Okay, usually I finish something, send it off. No biggie. No thought process. The conversation in the car with DH has given me all sorts of fears, and I’m freaking out.
It’s finished. It’s mostly revised. It just needs a tweaking and a re-read.
But I’ve been procrastinating it for two days now. And I’m running out of time to do it today! Grrrrrrrr. And the laundry needs done. And I just need to send the darn thing off.
DH has failed in his duty this time, and I’m frozen.
I am terrified it sucks. I know that once I send it off, it will be out of mind. But here it sits, waiting for me to just sit down and read it and reassure myself it’s not the most terrible thing ever written. It’s hard to believe that a few days ago I was telling myself I’d written this better than anything I’d written before. Hah!
This is just silly. I’ve never had writer’s block after I finished a story.
And I’m off my rhythm. DH went away for work today, and I had to drop him off at 5:30. So I came home and went to bed instead of going to Borders. (After I wrote a thousand word start on a story that wrote itself in my head on the drive. Loving it.)
Must read it now. Must send it off tonight. We are way beyond needing the money.
Ever have postpartum writer’s block? Any tips beyond just suck it up and get it done?