I knew my inner critic would pay me a visit, I just didn't expect it to be so early in my blogging days. But there is was - throwing my manuscript around like a giant cow pat! And worse - I let it stay. For three whole days it just moved in and set up camp, right there on my left shoulder.
On day three my only defence was to baffle it with my logic. The dining room was transformed as rows of scenes concealed the wooden floorboards. Character histories were collated and my fingers typed madly at the keys devising new scene ideas and reconfirming the plot. All the while, my inner critic was deviously smiling with pleasure. But I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I've been writing this novel for too long...
My approach to writing has changed over time from plot order to random scene free writing more recently. And I've resisted the urge to apply structure to my free written words, instead exploring new story paths; some dead ends, but others - hidden gems.
But now I've tamed my words; rounded them all up into their paddock, I can set my mind free to explore again. Just one scene at a time. One foot in front of the other. And on guard to boot that inner critic who stalks like a fox in dark of night ready to ravange my scenes.
As always, the true test will be more words on the page.