Why does it feel as if I just wrote last month's post for IWSG? Time keeps flying by. When I was young, I felt as if time just slogged along--unless I was doing something I really liked, of course. These days, it seems as if there's never enough time to do all that I want. I have so many ideas for new books plus several novels that were finished, submitted, and rejected that I like enough to want to do over.
We never know how much time we have. Does that sound morbid? Probably. Last night, I lost another uncle. My dad's generation is quickly passing on. Considering my uncle's age (94), he lived a long life and, until recently, an active life.
About the only thing I can do about my projects is keep writing. Finish a novel, get it published, and move on to the next. This month, many writers are participating in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal is to complete 50,000 in 30 days. I give the people who joined (over a quarter million) a lot of credit for attempting such a project. Although I've never tried it (and maybe I should so I can be sure what I'm talking about), I don't think NaNo and I are a good fit. I am so OCD that I can't go forward unless I fix something I previously wrote.
I'll keep plugging along, writing at my own pace, and try not to feel like a slacker as my friends write a full novel.
If you want to see what other writers are insecure about, click on the link below for their links: http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/p/the-insecure-writers-support-group.html