My frustration is I want to write! I have recently finished two manuscripts (they are in the editing pile with two others). I have several other stories all pushing at me. All I want to do is write but when I’m struggling to breath and coughing so much everything hurts, I struggle to put words together.
I’ve done the responsible thing – gone to the doctor and gotten antibiotic. Now I’m have to give myself time to heal and rest. I’ve got stories pushing at me – one I thought was going to be a light and easy story but it very quickly turned into a much more complex story than I expected. I’m not sure I like it. In fact, I considered deleting everything I’d written beyond the opening scene but I found myself hesitating.
I’m always telling people – I write the story the characters tell me. If that’s the case, I have to go with the story the characters are telling me. It’s another assertion of trusting myself. Ultimately, I have to go with what I’ve got and if I hate it when I’m done, I’ll rewrite it.
I’m going to get better. This upper respiratory crap will go away and I’ll feel better. In the meanwhile I’m going to let the characters whisper in my head and see what stories wind up on the pages. The worst that can happen? I have to do a rewrite. With any luck by the time I shift back to crochet mode, I’ll have finished several manuscripts and I can work on editing and publishing.