On the other hand, this is what I wanted so I guess I should suck it up and get to work
February 2nd, 2010
I’ve spent hours thinking about the first draft I wrote and how to turn it into something beautiful. I’ve written a synopsis. I’ve drawn maps. I’ve outlined all my scenes. I’ve deleted 35,000 words and now I’m staring at half a novel. There’s nothing left to do but start writing again.
Writing is always scary for me, but now I’m terrified in a new way, because now it’s for real. I’m using half my family’s productive work time to write this novel. Time that could be spent bringing in actual income so we can keep this lovely roof over our heads.
I don’t want to waste my family’s time.