Side effects

I wonder… is writing causing me hypertension… anxiety… serious stress… an agitated soul?

I had a major wobble about my writing last week, which nearly had me pushing delete. Probably not a good idea in the last ten days of editing… Fortunately my beloved was on hand to offer fresh perspectives.

I’ve had a tempestuous relationship with this particular book for years. It has survived several bulk deletions. All paper copies I once had ended up in a public waste bin outside a supermarket, from which I’d never be able to retrieve it if I changed my mind. Inevitably I did have second thoughts some months later, at which point I had to procure some advanced file recovery software to recover what I could from the bowels of a hard disk.

Last week saw me feeling the same once more, tempered this time by the complication of having invested time and money so heavily in editing. Sometimes I read what I have done and think, “This is okay.” But then I read again and just think, “This is utter rubbish.”

Writing is such a strange hobby. Both therapeutic and extremely painful. If only I had taken up watercolours instead. I wonder… is the agitation within some kind of sign… to just quit… give up?

Leave feedback

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.