IWSG: In Which I Practice Avoidance of My Manuscript
So I'm stalling.
See I'm supposed to begin editing my reunion love story. It's gonna be great. This is the furthest I've ever gotten. I've written the whole thing. I've got tons of notes for editing it. I went to two different writing workshops with the amazing and funny
s and I'm ready to make this story into a something publishable. I'm focused! I'm ready! I'm on the ball-- hey did you know there are ten seasons of friends on Netflix and I've never seen the show? I should probably watch that. Also the living room needs vacuuming. And I need to wash my hair.
This is how it's been for a month.
I got it in my head that I needed to make a better town map and apparently that takes precedent over say, tackling the large issues I have with my hero. It's super important to know exactly how my characters get from the town grocery store to the restaurant says I. So I've been building a handmade, painstakingly detailed street map of my fictional small town. It's more detail than I need or will really use. But I keep working on it every night. I suppose I'm avoiding the much needed outline I should be working on.
I really hate outlining. As you may or may not remember, I have a rare but serious disease called
. Very serious stuff. I pass right out as soon as I start working on one. I could fall and bump my head if I'm not careful.
I need a system for editing. I need a deadline and I need to quit worrying about this frackedy-fracking map that is eating my soul right now. Though, I'm pretty sure I can finish the map tonight. if I put my mind to it.
And if dinner doesn't take too long to eat.
And if my cat isn't too demanding.
And if the next Friends episode is dull- and by that I mean a Phoebe-centric episode because I hate those.
Oh look, there's something shiny over there!