All of a sudden the words are coming. My trusty pink notebook has been within arms’ reach so that I can record whatever pops into my head.
The system is working. Procrastination as a form of mental warm-up. Write things that have nothing to do with the book so that the brain is tricked into doing nothing but thinking about the book.
Silly brain. I have you figured out now….
It’s funny how much writing I’ve done today. I laugh only because I am writing a little bit of everything. I have a solid outline that is my backbone, so I find myself writing a little bit here and a little bit there. I suppose that after a while, I’ll have everything done and none of it will have been done chronologically.
Is there any harm in this? I’m going to say no.
While it’s true that I eventually have to transfer all of these random pieces into the computer in some semblance of order, I’ll consider that part of the editing process. Indeed, I think that this will allow me to tighten up certain areas because I’ll throw some of it out and add new material into it as I go along.
Again, this is all part of the process. My process. As long as it’s working, why would I change anything? (That’s rhetorical…there are tons of things I could change about this nonsensical process of mine…I’m just not going to do it!)
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