I opened the file for the novel I’d planned to work on this three-day weekend and was surprised. It was a good surprise. The novel had an ending. Really. I’d wrapped it up nicely, written a nice denouement, The End, and even a short dedication. So why didn’t I remember this?
It will make my editing work easier, but for some reason this was not a welcome surprise. My plan was to first tackle the ending. I like the creative part, the writing, creative, crafting activities involved in writing a novel. The editing isn’t as much fun for me. So having an existing ending, and one in which I cannot find fault, only means that the editing much commence.
As I am not quite prepared to edit, I have fallen back on my various procrastinating tactics: I got a cute, much-needed haircut this morning, I went to the Farmer’s Market and bought fresh organic fruit, fresh-cut flowers and a gorgeous fuchsia, and now I’m watching a friend’s niece play softball in the NCAA college women’s softball championship. Go Cal! And then there’s the fine art of procrastinating while writing a blog post – it’s close to actual productive work, but still doesn’t qualify!
Yes, I know I’m only prolonging the inevitable and yes, I will get back to work. But I think Victoria’s up to bat…