Yesterday was my day long writing “retreat.”
It was good to get a big chunk of writing time in, but somehow I had built it up in my head too much. I had this idea that I was going to be able to rewrite the entire ending of my story, all in one sitting.
Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. I’m really struggling with the end. I think I made some serious headway yesterday, but I’m left with this anxious feeling. It’s not done.
I want it to be done.
I guess I just have to keep plugging away at it. What else can I do?
I still think I can have it done in two weeks. Well, I can have the story done in two weeks. I will need longer to do the word-for-word polish. In fact, I have no idea how long that will take. I really want to make every page, every sentence, perfect. And there are a lot of sentences.
To keep focused, I have written myself a new mantra: I will not call it done just because I’m tired of working on it.
I guess I just need to let go of having it done at any particular time. It’s just stressing me out. It will get done when it gets done.