Problem? Due to excessive fear of failure AND fear of success -- coupled with far-ranging, destructive and oft-times humorous bipolar affectation that may or may not have recently included the single-handed chucking of my couch into the backyard [not to mention an industrial-strength procrastination thanks to commercial-grade Adult ADD] -- instead of completing the zero-draft-to-first-draft process, I find myself endlessly tweaking the MS instead of plowing through to The End. Which sucks. Obviously, an immediate and not-quite-sane intervention is required.
So, for accountability under threat of shaming, I present 3 goals, to be completed
by the time I leave for Mexico on October 28th:
1. Finish draft. Requires: writing final chapters, slotting in five new ones.
2. Complete revision & polish. Requires: shuffling some chapters. Deleting unnecessary scenes and words. Incorporating notes from the thousand Post-Its, torn notebook pages and bill envelopes that vex my cat, who finds his desk sleeping space reduced daily.
3. Send to the Bad-Ass Beta Six. Requires: emailing MS to my e-media types. Printing and mailing for my hard-copy enthusiasts. Printing and sliding into binder for personal Next Revision purposes.
Wow. Maybe I yam far more mentally unstable than previously imagined. But is there really any other way to live? Perhaps not. So wish me luck; I'm going in. Anyone wanna join me in similar madcap hijinks?