I was avoiding a big kaboom event that would get the story rolling. Why? Because it would toss my characters into the muck of conflict and I didn’t feel like they were ready yet.
Um. Note to self: characters are never ready for conflict because real life people aren’t.
So, I went on and on, rambling away. Then I told myself to get to the point. In fact, I wrote it in the margin of my yellow page. Get. To. The Point. Stop farting around (excuse my french) and get to it!
I do this all the time. I stall, hoping for a little more time to get myself together. In my writing, in my relationships, in my housework. Instead of just getting busy scrubbing the stove-top, I find about a kazillion other things to do. It wouldn’t take me too long to get the scrubbing done, but I’m stalling for time.
I just need to get to it.
Do you do this too? Please tell me I’m not the only one.
So now I’m going to practice what I preach and get to it.