You get inspired for a brief flash of time, then...
One draft. Coffee (or something stronger).
Self-doubt.
Rewrite the entire draft from scratch.
One draft. Coffee (or something stronger).
Self-doubt.
Rewrite the entire draft from scratch.
Coffee (or something stronger). Self-doubt.
Rewrite THAT draft.
Coffee (or something stronger). Self-doubt.
Research.
Rewrite THAT draft.
Coffee (or something stronger). Self-doubt.
Research.
Join a writers group and share your failures publicly:
“Hi, I’m Steve and I’m a writer. I suffer from an outstretched shadow of depression and an obsession with mildly wonderful fantastical creatures.”
“Hi, I’m Steve and I’m a writer. I suffer from an outstretched shadow of depression and an obsession with mildly wonderful fantastical creatures.”
Distraction via Facebook for an undetermined amount of time, sometimes weeks, months, or years.
Edit.
Consume more coffee than you can actually physically handle.
Edit.
Consume more coffee than you can actually physically handle.
Possible one may eventually sneak a bold manuscript onto some poor unsuspecting editor's desk…then you start collecting pink rejection slips.
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