I wrote a piece for Cultured Vultures last week about my battles with perfectionism (or awesomeism) during the rewriting process. Here’s how it starts:
It always happens. As I transition into the rewriting that will
not-so-magically transform a first draft of a novel into a second draft
(or a second into a third; or a fifth into a sixth), I get timid. I get
contemplative. I get, well… I get scared. It’s like I’m tiptoeing around
a museum of precious artifacts, examining everything, but touching
nothing.
You can read the rest of the piece here.
Hope you’re all having a lovely Holiday Week Monday! I know some people are at work today, but you’re not actually accomplishing anything, are you? (If so, I applaud you heartily.)
Published on December 21, 2015 06:46