I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t have been for my meddling brain and it’s memory of what I had posted earlier in the day.
I was working on the outline for the novel and found myself staring at the screen for 10 minutes, doing nothing.
This doesn’t make any sense, I thought to myself. I can’t do anything else until I figure out how to fix this plot hole. Guess I’ll just go read.
Fix it later, you jackhole.
Wha?! Hey, who said that?! Who’s there!?
It’s me, or you, er.. just keep moving, idiot.
But… but what about all the work I’ll put in and then realize that it was all worthless and I need to start over anyway?
You mean the actual writing you’ll need to do that will help you improve and get better? And then you may have to go back and write some more to get even More Betterer™? Perish the thought…
Yeah, yeah.. Okay…
And that’s how I kept moving.