I’ve hit a ‘tender’ spot in my novel. A spot that deals with personal issues that are hard to write about.
So instead of writing about them, I’ve deviated from my WIP to another story.
I’ve PROCRASTINATED to the Nth degree.
The short story is good – well it will be good, once it’s edited – in it’s own right, but it’s a distraction from what I should be doing.
And that is working on the goddamn story. The WIP.
But I’m afraid of what I’m going to unearth.
Fear is freezing me in my path. Fear of touching the pain that’s been inside me for so long. Pain that needs to be revealed. Pain that’s meant to get out. It’s time to face the monsters in the closet.
In the end, it probably won’t be a good novel, since I’m writing it primarily for myself and not for an audience. But I don’t care if it’s good or bad. It just needs to be written. Some people will be able to relate and that’s good enough for me.
But I have to get back to it. I think it’s time to abandon the short story and get back to the WIP, even with all the fears I have of the pain it will bring.