About this time in a speedwriting month, I begin to ask myself, “Why am I doing this?”

I love the story, and I’m having a great time with telling the tale, but it can be brutal. My body is telling me to stop typing, stop sitting, etc.  I start second-guessing myself … “should I have made a stronger plot?” … “do I have a clear enough antagonist?”

I have to just say STOP to the internal critic. The second-guessing is for editing, not writing. I have to get up and take a walk, and tell myself that this is going well. Not everyone writes a quarter of a book in 7 days.

Sorry about blowing off the Thursday update, it completely slipped my mind.