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    Confessions of an unproductive writer

    In my previous post, Confessions of a Writer Procrastinating Perfectionist, I shared details of a recent revelation—I discovered that my tendency to procrastinate didn’t mean I was a lazy, pathetic wannabe writer. Instead, it was a symptom of perfectionism. It was FEAR holding me back from fully committing to making my writing and publishing dreams a reality. Well, crikey! Once I knew what my problem was, I decided to get off my butt and do something about it. Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far. JODI PICOULT Barriers to productivity While reading Hillary Rettig’s The 7 Secrets of the Prolific: How to…

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    Confessions of a … procrastinating perfectionist

    I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching these past few weeks after spending the summer in a funk despite hoping I’d make significant headway towards my writing and publishing goals—which, as it turns out, were nothing but vague dreams. This time last year, I was coming down from the high of having smashed out the first draft of a 65,000-word manuscript in nineteen days (read about that experience here)—and yet, twelve months later, I’m nowhere near where I wanted to be on its second draft. Despite this, over the summer I was regularly choosing to binge on Netflix and Stan rather than add another word to my manuscript, which only…