Scenario #1: The new chapter draft is going
pretty well. You're writing steadily, enjoying a renewed commitment to
your book. Suddenly, from some dark place in your mind, a switch goes
on. An unrelated thought or feeling slips in. Maybe something you
forgot to do or say. A small mistake or failure. The thought distracts
you and you slowly leave the story flow. You begin to hate the
writing--or at least, it feels less delightful. Even a little boring,
unoriginal? You're derailed.
Scenario #2:
You give a chapter draft to a friend, spouse, relative to read.
You're pleased with it. You imagine they will be too. Maybe even
impressed. They bring back comments. Even if they say, "I loved
it," a flood of (1) fear, (2) anger, or (3) shame hits you. You can't
bear to look at the writing, to use their suggestions. It's all sucky
anyway, and you really shouldn't waste your time.
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