I’ll be the first to admit that I drop the ball like a hot fucking skillet whenever I’m presented with: a) quality friend time, b) vacation mode, and/or c) pizza.
Anyone reading this blog will immediately notice that I’ve missed quite a load of time in the last three weeks. That would be due to dilemma A, quality friend time.
But no matter!
With another friend on the way, AT THE SAME TIME AS THE ONE THAT’S CURRENTLY STAYING WITH US, I woke up this morning realizing that I needed to seriously get my shit together.
Being so far behind on my writing goals, there was only one thing to do: reconstruct what my vision of success looked like so that I wasn’t behind on anything, but ahead of it all!
I hate feeling guilty for falling behind and since I’m the only one who cares about my deadlines, I figured there was no point in hating on myself for being tardy.
Thus, I spent the day catching up on work without “catching up” at all. Instead, I relished in filling out posts I’d meant to do sooner, taking pictures for Instagram, writing tweets, and editing chapters.
And in the thick of it all, something wonderful happened:
I realized my delay in hunkering down with my 2nd draft was entirely due to settling on a shoddy chapter outline!
At once I dove into chopping my chapter outline to bits, reworking my plot points, sticking things in all sorts of odd places, until finally, my creation stood up on its own fifty chapters and said, “I am fucking RAAAAAADDDDDDD.”
More than anything, writing a novel has taught me how to listen to my instincts & adapt accordingly.
I’m an impatient whosename with a penchant for wild expectation and, when I let myself down, I tend to spiral miserably until I’ve scarfed all the ice cream and inhaled all the Cheetos.
Two things to know about me:
1) I tend to be unreasonable with myself and my goals, and
2) I often choose to ignore my instincts in place of what my dumbass Negative Norman thinks is best.
I’m not proud of it, but there it is.
But this novel specifically (the first one was a doozy, DON’T ASK!), I’ve learned to hone in on my inner writing sage. The one who tells me to take a beat, listen to the characters, let the story flow, or turn back and make it better.
I’ve learned to sway with the punches and let myself stumble gracefully, something I wasn’t comfortable doing six months ago.
Writing a fiction novel ain’t easy, but it sure is a bitchin’ adventure!
Today, I hacked up my second draft’s chapter outline like a goddamned Frankenstein and it looks better than ever!
A few months ago, I would’ve forced my way through my draft, convincing myself that my changes were perfectionism instead of necessity.
But today, I’m proud to say that I chose patience instead of perseverance.
Have you discovered patience for your WIP’s progress?
Because I’m still on the learning train for gaining more patience. Have any tips? Leave ’em in the comments!