Spring? No spring here, but time for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.
Spring is not a good time for writing. There are too many distractions, the lure of sunshine, warm weather and the great outside. As I sit at my computer, I see the weeds rising up through the window and, eventually, feel compelled to ‘do something about the garden’ or, on seeing cobwebs, spring cleaning.
Two weeks ago, we had a short, premature burst of summer, but winter has resumed at full blast. I started writing this post on the last day of April, wearing my thick winter trousers and two t-shirts and a jumper. Outside, a gale was howling and rain coming down in buckets. That evening, we lit a log fire. Aah! That’s writing weather.
Over the winter I have made slow progress on The Novel, but at least I’ve made some progress. When I start writing – anything – I’m very excited, quite certain that this must surely be a great work of literature, even though there may be… just one or two things to be ironed out. Unfortunately, though, the more I write and edit my novel, the more insecure I become about it, the more glitches I can see, even though I’ve fixed many, many inconsistencies, plot-holes and character holes. The story itself and the characters seemed great, until I started writing. I could never compare myself and my writing to Michelangelo (the sculptor, not the Mutant Hero Turtle) but I love the quote below (thanks to Brainy Quote).