The new me

Last night while I was busy not sleeping, I thought about the little dragon story I've been writing, and I decided that the main character needed to be completely different from what I had made him. Different enough that I need to start over. In the past when I've come to such conclusions, I've been devastated. I would get frustrated over having wasted so much time on something that wasn't going to be publishable and then I would stop writing for a week or two. Then I would spend a week or two in denial, trying to keep going with what I had. Then I would stop writing again. And so on. All of this foolishness because of my silly rush to get published. Whatever. Now that I'm writing for myself again, it was no big deal. I just went back to the beginning, a bunch of white space with a flashing cursor, and wrote. I don't know if the new direction I've taken with the story will be better to read, but I'm already having more fun writing it. And right now, I'm trying to get back to having fun while writing. I'll let you know how it works out.

I'm grateful for beef stroganoff (20).