Thursday, August 02, 2007
Are you ever so close to something that you can see it, and feel it, and almost taste it and yet . . . you can't seem to get there?
I have 306 completed pages of my WIP and 589 pages of cuts for the same book. I've been working on this thing for almost a year and started it 4 seperate times. I had set a goal to be done by July 31st and I didn't make it. But I'm SO close. At most I have 10 pages left to write, then I need to do a final edit/timeline (I've already revised what I have a bazillion times).
In Music & Lyrics Hugh Grant's character accuses Drew Barrymore's character of 'holding the last verse hostage'. It's not that she CAN'T write it, it's that she WON'T. I wonder if that's what I'm doing. I don't know why I'd do it, since it makes no sense, but I'm finding so many other things to do--like blog about not being able to finish it rather than writing the actual thing.
Tomorrow we leave on a week long family vacation. I really really really really wanted to be done with the first draft. So why can't I finish?
Cause I'm a neurotic freak, that's why! It doesn't help that I've spent so much freaking time on this thing that I think it's about as exciting as a phone book.