I hate waiting. I really do. When I want something, I want it to happen, and now, so I can go on to the next thing I want to happen.
Maybe it’s because I’m American. We’re use to having everything we want straight away, and if we don’t get it, we complain. We don’t like waiting in line and, in fact, we’ll put our purchases down and leave the store if the line at the register is too long.
Maybe it’s because I’m an only child. If I complained and pouted enough, I eventually got the toy I wanted.
With writing, though, this just doesn’t work the same way.
I have a handful of projects that I want to work on. A couple of them are books half finished. I’ve had my CP look at one of them, and the last finished project. This whole process takes too long. I have to edit and refine before I think about self publishing.
Also, I started looking into hiring an editor. That will take time to have that looked over, plus I have to get a cover sorted.
When I come up with a new project idea, I start thinking about covers immediately – see, no patience.
I know I have to concentrate on the writing first, the editing, and the perfecting before I can have a book birthday. I just read that most writers aim to get all this done in a year. I finished the first draft of my last novella last September. Of course, I got tired of the book, hated it, and neglected it for months before deciding to have the CP look at it.
I don’t know how to combat this, other than to tell myself to stop worrying about Point D, when I’m only at Point A, half way to Point B.
I just really, really, like things done, fast.
It’s the way we do with kids at school too. We tell them to get on with their work, and stop dilly-dallying, then we complain when they rush through to get their work done. Mixed messages that I’m sure we all learned as kids.
Anyway, so I’m going to have to stop wanting the book to be done, I guess. I have to keep thinking I want the book to be good. Big difference.