The more I write, the more I re-read and the more I go back to edit. A vicious circle that I have to stop. I’m up to 24,300 words right now and I am ecstatic by having written this much in the first place.
I can imagine that all writers face this issue. I’m too caught up in the fact that I want to correct/edit what I currently have and I can’t bring myself to advance the plot because I don’t think it will be interesting? Or I can’t really envision what is going to happen next? Not sure.
The only real way to know is go plod forward. There’s a funny word; plod. It makes me think of being slow, laboriously slow and moving oneself in a shifty sort of manner. What a wondrous word. Hhm…
Will plod be the spark to move me forward? The irony is so delicious. I shall see what comes of this. I am thankful for the spoken whiteboard that is a blog. Who knew this method of talking to oneself would arise in an interesting train of thought? Narcissism, thy name is writer.