Sunday Confessional: writing under pressure

As I walked into my writing room this afternoon, determined to add 1,000 words to my new project, I felt pretty good about facing another day’s word count. Because not only am I keeping pace with my NaNoWriMo goals, I’m a wee bit ahead of schedule. But when I saw the prism-created light display around my computer, my confidence evaporated. Instant pressure!

November 15, 2020

What if my words didn’t shine? What if they landed on the page, cold and lifeless? How would I possibly produce anything approaching this level of magical? Waaaah.

Fast forward to a couple minutes ago when I closed my Scrivener file after adding 1,000 words to the story. Are those words cold and lifeless? Absolutely not. Are they shiny? Some of them, yes. Magical? Only time will tell. The only things I know for sure are that I met my goal, the pretty lights have vanished along with the sun behind the foothills, and I’m grateful I didn’t cave to the pressure.

5 thoughts on “Sunday Confessional: writing under pressure

  1. Yay! I can never tell whether my words will be meaningful. Never. But writers write. We just keep on writing. Some of those words will go on to have lives outside of what we imagine and some drift away to be forgotten. But writers write, so I salute you:)!


  2. You’ve just summed up my daily life perfectly. Even when writing blog posts (where it’s easier to gauge if the words have meaning or not) I feel this way, let alone on my fiction. Wishing you the best, and keep on writing!


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