Feel free to skip over this check-in. It's very, very poor. There has been absolutely no writing these past few days. Earlier in the week, I'd sit down and be able to type from sunrise to sunset, and then some. This second half of the week has been frustrating. Yes, I've limited myself to two WIPs. That has helped. But the big hang up is my blame inner editor. She needs to take a hike. Give it a rest. I know the first draft is going to be rough. Heck, I refer to the first few drafts as rough drafts. There will be run on sentences, abused commas, sentence fragments, and far too many adverbs. That's why a WIP is majorly altered after a round of edits. But, no! I have to make this first one perfect. I can't seem to shut up the inner editor.
Thus, I've been doing everything not writing related. Well, except I finally got to the book store. I had to go see everyone's babies on the shelves. I even pulled a few from secluded shelves and left them out on reading tables. I know they're great books. They just either have a small publisher or they are set aside for being a new name in the world of writing.
Anyway, no writing. I think I'm going to park myself in front of the computer tomorrow, unplug from the internet, and tell myself to either finish Always & Forever or get through another chapter of Shattered Remnants. This is getting ridiculous.