The thing is, I really stink at taking my own advice.
At the moment, I’m focusing on a new project. Writing the first draft used to be my favorite part of the process. A blank page I could fill with words, words I didn’t have to agonize over. Who cares if I use adverbs or say “turn” twenty times one page? It’s a rough draft and the plotter’s version of an outline. The flaws would be ironed out later. In draft two or three, we polish and prune.
In the last few days, however, I find myself struggling and reaching: looking for the perfect word, not just laying out the story. It’s like I’m trying to write that final draft without the benefit of the previous drafts.
I haven’t been honoring my process.
So, here today, I’m giving myself permission to stumble. It’s okay to write the wrong words, as long as I’m writing words. Not that I advocate writing crap for the sake of writing. I’m just giving myself the freedom to create: to write a first draft.
Do you have a hard time honoring your process?