Today I’m like a child. The alternate ego in me, the mother, keeps telling myself NO. Don’t do that! Bad hand! Get away from the computer.
Nothing seems right. I’m second guessing every step I’ve taken in this novel. I want to change everything, cut, delete, rip, shred, and, and then what? I’m throwing a temper tantrum and I don’t even know what I want, or where I want to be.
It should be like this – yes – brilliant!
No! Makes no sense, that’s so out of character!
Step away from the computer. Ok, ok, if you’re good, and don’t touch anything you can write a crazy blog post where you’re seen yelling at yourself. I was good, so here I am.
It’s so hard not to go in and undo everything, but I have to.
On the days when it all seems like crap, step away.
Tomorrow, or maybe the day after, it’ll all be bright, shiny, and beautiful again.