My second book is finished. (Well, until it’s in print is it ever really finished?) I’ve edited, and edited, and edited some more. So, for a change of pace, I thought maybe I’d do some creating from scratch. It’s been a while.
But, no!!!!! My internal editor won’t shut up. I’ve tried everything short of poison.
“You’ve been putting in alot of hours,” I tell it. “Take a night off.”
It’s not interested.
“Give me just one night to write a free-flowing piece. You can have as much control as you want on the second round,” I promise. But, obviously, my internal editor does not trust me. I cannot type a sentence without backspace, delete, or some sort of edit. I cannot continue from one thought to the next without interruption.
“I’ll go back to ink on paper,” I threaten. “You can’t stop me with ink on paper.”
But I know. With handwritten work, I can’t write as fast as my mind goes. (Not to mention hand cramps.)
“You have given me no choice,” I say.
HELP WANTED: Position for internal editor available immediately to replace the total control freak currently in the position.
Sounds like your internal editor has, at least for now, become your latest BULLY. The time for talk is over. Punch him/her/it in the nose.
Russell!
You know I’d never use violence to “persuade” my internal editor.
Perhaps I will invent a character to do it for me? Someone mean, ruthless. I know . . . someone like your character Frankie. Hmmmm.
That wouldn’t work. Frankie would either kill them or pimp them out. Maybe Axe could give them a talking to.
Your next website…..internaleditoranonymous.com
Hahahaha. Great idea
Ah, yes, the internal, infernal editor. It’s amazing to me how many guises this creature has. She forms the core of many of my internal monologues.
Keep writing, keep trusting, risking, dancing on the creative high wire, my friend.
Thanks Lyda,
You keep it up too. Hope ours paths cross again soon.