A Writer’s Journal, Day #1061
Day Six: this will be a very short post. I’m giving myself the next two days off—and giving you, dear friends, the same. Yesterday I got through the final sticking point in the draft, and now all is right with the world.
I’ll wrap with this one thought:
From age twenty-two till almost thirty, Resistance had me utterly defeated. The form my malady took was that I couldn’t finish anything. I’d get 99% of the way through and then I’d act out, freak out, bail out. I was powerless. Resistance had me absolutely in its grip. Now, three decades later, I am a thoroughgoing pro who can handle crunch time, if not with total aplomb, then at least by muddling through (or as Albert Finney as Winston Churchill in The Gathering Storm used to say, “Remember our motto: KBO, Keep Buggering On.”)
In other words, if you’re reading this and you’re struggling with a similar Resistance-derived monster, don’t lose heart. Keep slugging. Dragons can be slain. “KBO!”
Thanks for your patience with this week’s unorthodox posts. Two days off for me, then on to the next draft.