I have thirty pages that I was going to send to my reader. Unfortunately my reader had a crisis. So I am sympathetic (thinking of you, my friend!). I am also sitting with my manuscript. I need to fix my structure. I have a few notes to myself about how I can do that. They are real actual ideas that I could put into play. However, the very sight of the manuscript makes me want to barf.
I did not write this weekend. I didn’t write much last week. (I prepared for a presentation. Past experience has shown me that I become a blithering idiot when I speak in front of people. I can read my own work, but speaking extemporaneously is a problem. However, I lectured and lead a class discussion for an hour and a half and, my friends, I was not even nervous.)
I have taken a break. I can’t really afford to stop writing and revising. I could either work on my thirty pages or move on and work on my next thirty pages. But the next few chapters (I have short chapters) fill me with similar dread. What do you do when the word “I” makes you want to vomit?