Damn Those Details

This makes me laugh a lot. I have one book I am working on that seems easier while intoxicated. In order to buy alcohol to write it I need to get something published so I have money to buy the vodka I need. It is just a neverending loop.

However, I did manage 3,152 words of my most recent novel today. It is going nicely and smoothly. I'm writing this one all day today and tonight I will pour some shots and delve into that other book. (I have a wonderful supportive mother who bought me a bottle of vodka. Also my roommate doesn't drink much, but buys the alcohol. She lets me have it).

I try to have patience, but the longer it takes me to get anything done to perfection and the longer it takes to find a publisher, the more impatient I become. I know I can do this, I don't doubt that. This is all I've ever wanted to do that was more than a passing thought or interest. It was always there waiting for me to become courageous enough to try. I just have to roll up my sleeves and jump into rewriting everything to perfection, sit and sound out my stuff to everyone, and wait.

I like the writing part. I hate everything else. Rewriting is difficult because I find it too boring. I know what happens now, how can I possibly go back and write it all over again! I'm too impatient to start my next masterpiece to deal with trivial things like details!

But I must.