I think my new year’s resolution, one month late, is to not make deadlines or plans. I had hoped to push out Noah and Grace’s story, Undeclared, by the beginning of January but when I read the finished rough draft it was pretty terrible. So I’ve gone in and torn it apart and am re-writing it.
I think this is karmic payback. I remember an author friend giving me something to read for her and I told her that she should write without fear. Obviously that is easier said than done. Self doubt is a crushing emotion and sometimes each typed word is chased with the thought that it’s not good. Not just “not good enough” but actually not good.