Sit me in front of a blank page or screen, no limitations and no deadline, and I’m rarely stuck.
No, I’ve got endless ideas, opening sentences, a narrative thread worked out, maybe even some mannerisms that reveal character and intent. My fingers grip the pencil or jitterbug across the keyboard, and they are confident and purpose-driven … for about two hours.
I get to a certain point, and then something in me flags. I slow down, stop, start doubting, and then I go back and revise.
Bad. Very bad habit. Continue reading