Ah, so that's where my brain went
Self-doubt? I haz it. I haz it reeeeeeal bad.
I caught full blown self-doubt a couple months ago, and, unsurprisingly, it has made writing almost non-existent because my self-doubt needled a ridiculous idea into my head: my first draft has to come out perfect. I know! I can hear the records skipping in your heads. I only accepted this ailment a week ago. For the past month I've let this absurd notion infect every inch of my brain.
I haz unattainable perfection-itis. I haz set myself up for failure before I've even written "Chapter One" in my Word document. *cries*
And the cure is as bad as the infliction: I haz to just write. Poorly and all.
But with my usual discipline overrun by thoughts of ~PERFECTION~, curing myself, on my own, is not going to fly. Which is why I've decided to chart my week-to-week progress right here. I hate disappointing people. (Trufax.) So if I think someone, somewhere out in the internet is going to hold me accountable, then I don't want to let them down. Since I'm hoping to cure this bout of unattainable perfection-itis, my goal is to have the first draft--I'm thinking about 60,000 words--completed by December 1st. (Thanksgiving week is my dream goal, tbh.)
So: I solemnly swear, come mind-blowing passages and crappy, purple pose, a sarcastic, suicidal MC and an unapologetic--and equally dead--bad boy, a teenage angst body count and malevolent spirit, I will update every Wednesday until this effing WIP is finished. *gulp*
I caught full blown self-doubt a couple months ago, and, unsurprisingly, it has made writing almost non-existent because my self-doubt needled a ridiculous idea into my head: my first draft has to come out perfect. I know! I can hear the records skipping in your heads. I only accepted this ailment a week ago. For the past month I've let this absurd notion infect every inch of my brain.
I haz unattainable perfection-itis. I haz set myself up for failure before I've even written "Chapter One" in my Word document. *cries*
And the cure is as bad as the infliction: I haz to just write. Poorly and all.
But with my usual discipline overrun by thoughts of ~PERFECTION~, curing myself, on my own, is not going to fly. Which is why I've decided to chart my week-to-week progress right here. I hate disappointing people. (Trufax.) So if I think someone, somewhere out in the internet is going to hold me accountable, then I don't want to let them down. Since I'm hoping to cure this bout of unattainable perfection-itis, my goal is to have the first draft--I'm thinking about 60,000 words--completed by December 1st. (Thanksgiving week is my dream goal, tbh.)
So: I solemnly swear, come mind-blowing passages and crappy, purple pose, a sarcastic, suicidal MC and an unapologetic--and equally dead--bad boy, a teenage angst body count and malevolent spirit, I will update every Wednesday until this effing WIP is finished. *gulp*