Thursday, July 9, 2015


I've been struggling all week to come up with a blog post. To even open the blog to post. The reason is simple: I'm in the final stages of a first draft.

I have the following thoughts on constant loop:

  • "I'm almost done!"
  • "I'll never finish."
  • "I can't wait until it's done!"
  • "It's going to be too long."
  • "You can fix it!"
  • "It's not going to be any good."
  • "You can fix anything!"
  • "I think it's going to be good!"
  • "It's not enough about racing."
  • "Non-racing people might like it more then!"
  • "Maybe I didn't get the balance right."
  • "Shut up and write!"
I'm serious. Those play on repeat about every five minutes. 

But I am making progress, I will be done soon, and I can fix it. I've done all that before. It's the eleventh-hour syndrome. When you JUST. WANT. IT. TO. HAPPEN. ALREADY.

And really, all of that can be summed up in two hashtags:

Anyone else in the same boat?


  1. I think I am lucky in that (don't hate me) when I get toward the end I get OBSESSED with finishing it. I'm like maniacal. Of course I think some of the stuff you think, like it sucks, but I think more that once it's done the superstructure is there and then I can buff it down on drafts 2 through 10.

    1. DUDE, I hate the "comment as" feature here. I never get it right. The above was from me, Bill Zahren

    2. My desk chair attracts and repels at the same time, but I'm much more focused on sitting here for long enough every day and getting some serious word-count in.


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