Friday, 29 April 2011

Procrastinating…

I am at the stage that most novelists crave and dread all at once – nearing the end of the planning stages of a novel and preparing myself to start writing. Today, having blocked out a day to begin writing, I am yet to write a single word (apart from this blog, obviously).

Instead of writing so far today I have been procrastinating. In other words, finding a number of other things to do rather than writing.

I laid out my notes, tidied my writing desk in preparation and then found myself distracted. I planted some herbs, cooked, planned and booked a mini-break, organised my wardrobe, rearranged some furniture and then moved it back to where it was before.

And while all of this was going on, those little butterflies were flitting around in my stomach. It is the apprehension and fear of beginning the work. The dread that the words I put down on paper won’t be as good as the story I am carrying around in my head; that terrible self-doubt creeping in and tainting my idea. Tomorrow then.

Elloise Hopkins.

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