Midway through Week Two, and gawd, this is looking bleaker by the minute.
I always knew I was a) a procrastinator and b) a perfectionist (terrible combination, mind you), but this is just downright ridiculous. You know that handy little concept? The one that goes "WRITE NOW, EDIT LATER."?
Yeah. It seems my inner writer's having a little difficulty grasping this very salient truth.
I'm spending six hours a day plastered to Microsoft Word. And most of that time goes into painstakingly picking my words, running repeatedly over what I've already written, making minute changes to sentences, re-arranging paragraphs and what have you. I once spent an hour staring at a sentence before replacing a comma with a semicolon. I kid you not.
Little wonder that I'm at 6k when I should be at 25.
GAH.
I always knew I was a) a procrastinator and b) a perfectionist (terrible combination, mind you), but this is just downright ridiculous. You know that handy little concept? The one that goes "WRITE NOW, EDIT LATER."?
Yeah. It seems my inner writer's having a little difficulty grasping this very salient truth.
I'm spending six hours a day plastered to Microsoft Word. And most of that time goes into painstakingly picking my words, running repeatedly over what I've already written, making minute changes to sentences, re-arranging paragraphs and what have you. I once spent an hour staring at a sentence before replacing a comma with a semicolon. I kid you not.
Little wonder that I'm at 6k when I should be at 25.
GAH.
