Have you ever gone back to read some of your old writing, get really into it, then realize that you had stopped in the middle of the story? Then you just sit there like, “What the hell? Where’s the rest?” and your treacherous brain responds, “You haven’t written it!”
I go through that once in a while, especially when I want to write but don’t know what to write, like I did yesterday. Our family had just gotten back from a weekend getaway, one where I forgot to pack a little notebook (I know, I know, but I bought a really pretty one instead!). On Saturday, my parents took a good nap while Rachel and I chilled in the hotel room. I was able to finish the book I brought with me (my second mistake was bringing only one book), and my biggest urges to write tend to come after reading.
Granted, we were only gone for two nights. One book and the lack of notebook was fine, as we were busy with other activities, but that urge was still nagging me.
Therefore, on Sunday when we had returned, I booted up my laptop and read over some of my older WIPs. I really want to focus on going through one of those drafts, sprucing it up, maybe putting it on here or Wattpad or the like to get some feedback (other than our monthly writer groups). I didn’t really write yesterday, but Rachel and I did come up with a pact to have a draft of one of our novels ready to swap with each other by the beginning of October to critique.
I have a penchant of starting new novels instead of finishing old ones. Let’s see if I can break that habit, shall we?