It’s 9:06 and I’m just about to write my first fiction words of the day. This little detour is me practicing anti-perfectionism. I’m deliberately allowing myself to correct only typos, but not revise anything I type here this morning. I think I’m going to practice this daily, although that might not always mean a blog post.
Yesterday I didn’t write much fiction at all. But I did keep my streaks alive.
50 words of fiction on one story.
Read and edited parts of two stories.
Read some fiction.
The book I’m reading is entertaining and it has definitely made me think about whether or not I’ve been doing a good job of reining in my inner critic. I rephrase things in my head a lot before I write them down and I shouldn’t do that. I know it’s the critic inside me telling me I’m doing it wrong so I have to redo it before it even sees the page. That makes for really slow writing, when I let that part of me win.
Anyway, no point dragging this out. I’m ready to write some fiction this morning.