You might think I’m annoyed with this project, given this post’s title, but I’m really not. It’s myself I’m annoyed with. That’s just my "affectionate" nickname for this whole project now.
Anyway, I wrote three chapter book first drafts last November during NaNoWriMo, and one of them was this Goldilocks-related story. I was so excited–I liked the premise and the basic story, and I thought it had promise.
Last November.
And I’ve barely glanced at it since. Granted, I’ve been very busy and had no shortage of writing assignments. But still. Goldilocks sat there in the corner looking balefully at me, wondering when she could come to life. And, out of guilt, I got angry at her. Was it my fault I didn’t know where to go next? Was it my fault I couldn’t figure out the revision process? Was it my fault ___________ [fill in the blank with any other excuse you can imagine me making]?
Yes.
So now I’ve ordered myself: No new writing until I revise this into good enough shape to share with my crit groups.
And suddenly, I’m making progress. More on that in a later post. But at least Goldilocks is no longer giving me the evil eye.