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Were it not for Simone being willing to listen to me prattle on, a free copy of the aforementioned "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," and "Blood" by the Middle East, I would be having a much bigger panic attack than I am.
Writing through writer's block is not only really really difficult, but it's nerve-wracking to boot. There's a fear that, because you feel off your game, your writing's off it's game. No matter how many times I construct and reconstruct sentences, hell, even whole paragraphs, there's a real anxiety to it. At this point, I've tried to suppress my inner editor a bit so I can at least finish getting my plot outline turned into plot. I've got mid-March into mid-April to edit, but at the same time, I don't want to set myself up with entire sections that need to be completely scrapped (if that's at all avoidable).
Writing through writer's block is not only really really difficult, but it's nerve-wracking to boot. There's a fear that, because you feel off your game, your writing's off it's game. No matter how many times I construct and reconstruct sentences, hell, even whole paragraphs, there's a real anxiety to it. At this point, I've tried to suppress my inner editor a bit so I can at least finish getting my plot outline turned into plot. I've got mid-March into mid-April to edit, but at the same time, I don't want to set myself up with entire sections that need to be completely scrapped (if that's at all avoidable).