The instant I decided to do this thing, to spend the month of November writing just for fun, the guilts set in.
(Until Avery mentioned that he couldn’t do Nano because he could never not edit for a whole month. Then I cracked up so hard I cried. I guess you have to be me to think that’s funny. Let’s just say, it never once occurred to me to actually follow the rules.)
But after that, the guilt returned, and the uncertainty. The flood of excuses and worries and reasons we need the money. The worry that DH deserves a nice Christmas, the cats need this, we need that. It’s a gamble, writing for real name. I love poker, but I’m not much of a gambler, LOL ...
If you’ve been around for awhile, you are rightfully rolling your eyes at me.
Yeah, I know. Just write.
So, will you do me a big favor? Will you please keep me honest? What can I do for you in return? I gotta spend one month really writing the real-name novel. I have to. And, damnit, I’m gonna have fun doing it, even if it kills me. Just for fun, just for me.
Do you ever resist doing something that you want, resist doing what you know is good for you, resist doing what you know you should do? What is up with that? And how do you beat that stupid resistance?