Being scared of the right thing.
/A good reminder before Monday comes knocking:
This week, I need to make serious tracks in revising my current work-in-progress. Some scenes just need a bit of tidying, but others...
Let's just say, there will be a massive amount of re-imagining this week.
And I can already feel that hovercraft of uncertainty skimming around in my mind. Rewriting is always a tricky business. I know that the old draft needs major reworking, but I'm always sure I'm making things worse. Sucking out the magic of the first draft, and replacing it with ponderous cluttered paragraphs.
Yikes.
But I want to face that head on this week. To risk it.
I'd always regret it if I didn't tackle this draft. I mean, I freaking love this story. These crazy characters. All the messes they make, the trouble they get into, their narrow escapes. I even love the setting, which is a pretty big deal for me.
And I know I'd regret it if I didn't roll up my sleeves and keep working, until it's as polished and brilliant as I can make it. I need to be motivated by that possible regret. I need to stare down the possibility of failure, until it flinches first.
That's right, story of mine. I'm talking about you. This week, we'll get better together.
Failure is never as frightening as regret. -- Stefan G. Bucher