Day one of this novel writing month. I wrote 2,095 words towards my first novel ever. But here's the interesting thing that happened. As I wrote I was inundated by my inner critic. I heard over and over things to make me not want to keep writing. Things like:
"This is so cliche!"
"You're just writing what you've read in other books"
"This is so childish/lame/boring/god awful!"
"You better not show this to anyone"
"You are wasting your time".
And other lovely things. But I kept going. As I trudged through my first few pages I kept thinking:
"I have never done this before - how could I be amazing at my first attempt?"
"You aren't born able to walk"
"You can't just jump to the top of a rock wall - you have to climb it"
"In a month I can say I wrote a novel. Beginning, middle, and end."
"I'm just making the clay so I can mold it later."
So, this has been quite an experience already. But I will continue on. Maybe that little angry critic will start to just turn into white noise.
I hope so. I'm not giving up.
At least, not on day one.
