I returned yesterday from my magical residency at Weymouth Center for the Arts & Humanities where I started a brand new novel. This morning I got up excited to resume the routine of making coffee and sitting down with my laptop and my WIP. I made the mistake of opening the doc to the beginning to look over my work so far, only to be shot with the arrow of doubt.
It’s not hooky enough.
So, I spent my morning writing time editing the beginning when I knew I should have just forged ahead. After all, that’s the advice I give other writers.
Tomorrow, I will release myself from the compulsion to reread and edit what has been written and will forge ahead with new words to frame this story.
You’re going to hold me to this, right?