I’ve spent the weekend avoiding getting started on my rewrite.
So many other things that needed to be done at home first. It became suddenly crucial to sort out some boxes of junk in the bedroom. Ebay shopping was essential. Long walks were a must.
Then today when I pushed myself to just do writing realted stuff, I had to go over all the workshop info I had on revising . I had to use that information as the basis to spend hours setting up an elaborate index card/ Post It note system to storyboard the story and make notes about characters, settings, and plot points.
I could keep procrastinating indefinitely. I still have several books on self-editing and rewriting on my shelf I haven’t read yet. And now here I am writing a blog post about procrastinating, the ultimate in procrastination!
It’s not actually the rewrite I’m avoiding. It’s reading back my first draft and seeing what dreck it is.
What if I’ve just been kidding myself that there’s a good story in there amongst the expected first draft crap? What if it really stinks? What if it’s unsalvageable out and out bad writing?
Only one way to find out. Hold my nose, brace myself, and jump right in.