For me, the hardest thing about writing is that I become enamored with my stories. I love going back and reading my old work and this sometimes interferes with getting started on new work. If I went back and read every old story and fragment I've written, I'd lose two weeks of work easily. And I've found that I can get a lot of writing done in two weeks.
Not only do I love reading it, I love playing with it. Tweaking this scene, adjusting that language, adding or deleting parts. There goes another week or more just messing around.
I even love taking my characters and putting them in new places. my current project is actually just another two months in the life of my immortal daemon. I don't remember exactly when I conceived him but it was more than ten years ago. He started out as a short story. Then he was in a second short story which became a 65,000 word novel and now he's in a second novel which promises to be longer still. This is less of a time suck because at least I'm producing new material.
Sometimes I have to take my notebooks and put them away for a while just so I can get on with something new. I wonder if other writers are this pathetic or if it's just me.
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