The other day, a friend asked me how I am doing with my goals for 2018. (What a mean thing to do!)
Of course, I had been successfully avoiding the question on my own. If I had been keeping up with everything, everyone would know about it. I would blog about how proud I am about myself. I would tweet my myriad successes. I would Facebook images of myself smiling about the two novels and 50 short stories that were awaiting re-editing before sending to beta readers.
Regarding short stories. I have finished two out of my personal “10 Story Challenge.” I start one and I keep twiddling with it until it is completely useless. I just need to finish the next eight. I need to just post them here, not trying to make them the most brilliant nibbles of fiction on the planet.
The same holds true with my novels, both the science-fiction and the Texas (with a Lutheran twist) stories. I spend so much time editing the first sentence, that it drains all the energy and fun from writing. It’s a terrible thing I do to myself!
It is also what I do to myself when I am blogging.
I need to quit attacking myself and leave that to “the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune”! 😉