I just finished writing two short pieces. Now I am tackling a complete and utter rewrite of a novel. No cutting and pasting. No looking back. I’ve decided to trash the 95,000 words and start once more with a blank page. This is the book I want to be my best. I’m willing to torture myself to make it so.
I’m exhausted. I’ve done enough thinking to make my brain hurt. So now it’s time to be lazy.
Looks like I’m not the only one who’s decided to take it easy.