(As a follow up to last week’s post.) You’re allowed to call daydreaming “work”. You have entire universes in your head. You get to have experiences you never would in real life. Every experience you do live through is fuel for writing. Your mind is teeming with wondrous things. Your characters become your best friends. Creativity and imagination are the only tools you need. It’s very therapeutic. You realize a writer’s job title is “make stuff up”. All the studying you need to do is simply reading books you love. You get to have adventures everyday. Being insane is part…

I believe I’ve mentioned before that I’m a perfectionist. I’m one of those people that would interrupt an important meeting just to straighten the crooked picture on the wall. When I see a wrinkle in my comforter on my bed I drop everything I’m doing to smooth it out. Just now I reached up to straighten my slightly askew lampshade. Yeah, I’m one of those people. So you can imagine what it’s like for me to try to write a book. Right now I’m well into a story that I’m thoroughly enjoying writing, but there’s still so many things just…

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I shudder at even the mention of rewriting. Ever since I knew what rewriting even was I ducked my head at the thought. Avoided it at all costs. Wallowed in anguish many an hour realizing I’ll never be a true writer because how could I ever rewrite? I spend so much time and work with first drafts, the idea of having to just scrap most of it and keep rewriting and rewriting and rewriting is enough to send me in depression. The fact that most people do not get published…