Trepidation

I think it's time to start writing again. I have enough of a plan for Behemoth 47 to make a start, and I think that maybe, just maybe, if I print out the existing almost-chapter and retype it, I can jump-start the actual writing process.

I'm ridiclously nervous about it, after way too many years of not getting anywhere. Really, though, I don't have anything to lose, except maybe the faint lingering ghost of an illusion that I can actually do this.

But I'm going to start. Now. I'm going to put down this laptop, walk into the study, turn off the wireless on the Behemoth machine, boot up, and do it.

See you in a couple of hours.

Update

Well, that could have been worse. Five pages, nearly three thousand words, a few of them new, and the story moved along a smidge further than it was. I managed to resist fiddling with the controls on Word until after I got that far, too. I'm still not entirely happy with it, and as someone who always used to write clean, readable-for-pleasure first drafts I find it hard to accept less than the best possible before moving on, but I think I need to forge ahead for now.