……and I know this because I’m distracting myself every ten or fifteen minutes.
If it’s not a post on Facebook, or a handful of tweets, or even preparing a few entries for my Patreon page, it’s channel surfing. Or I’m surfing the internet, looking up articles for new story ideas.
I’m procrastinating, in other words. Not an unusual thing, but a definite habit. Because once it’s done, it’s done. There’s no going back…..well, okay, that’s not true, because there’s editing and revising and moving whole chunks of narrative around or eliminating altogether.
The point is, writing ‘The End’ on a story means that I no longer have this project to go back to, in the manner that I’m used to. Now, when I go back to my novel, it will be to murder my darlings (words, for the lay person) and tighten up the narrative.
I’m distracting myself right now, writing this blog post. And in a few minutes, that distraction will carry itself over to errands that need doing in town. Maybe even lunch.
And when all that is done and behind me, I will fire up this computer, open up that document and throw words at it until I have no more. Take a deep breath, throw some more words in, move things around and I will keep doing that until I am forced to write the inevitable.