Panic.

[randomling]

The stuff that I wrote last night, I really don't like. At least, not the stuff that I wrote in the small hours of the morning. It's way too sappy and girly and the whole thing is a bit too girly and I'm starting to lose faith in my ability to do this a bit, even though there are lots of bits that I'm really pleased with.

It just doesn't do what I needed it to do, and what I should do is delete the bit I don't like and rewrite it.

Except that that's likely to really hurt (if not kill) my momentum and I can't afford to stop writing.

Eep.

This story is really, really scary.

ETA: OMG, also, I can't get into my email. Fucking Gmail.

Comments

[turlough]

Continue writing and worry about any editing later! (If you really feel worried about what you've written you could perhaps send that bit to one of your betas but still carry on writing the rest.)

[catviret.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I have people who are reading along as I write (yay Google docs) so if it sucks totally, I'll find out. :D

I have continued to write as I'm sure you can see from the wordcount posts. And more writing is happening tonight!