Gutting, I Don't Wanna

I do not want to gut 13,000 words. It's all I have. I like them. They're nice words. They never did no harm to no one.

Also, I appear to have a problem with plotting. Not the overall plot, that's usually ok. It's the breaking it down, pacing it out bits where... yeaaaaa, things tend to go not so good.

I've written myself into a corner I'm fairly unsure how to get out of. I do not want to go back and gut half my word count. Getting it was like pulling teeth.

I did some math, writing has been not fun for over a year now. Well over a year now.

Also, also, I think I finally have to come to terms with the fact that I am a shitty blog updater. It's always all or nothing. Either I'm blogging everyday, or weeks and months will go by with not a word. Maybe some day (preferably before I'm published) I'll learn how to find some sort of happy medium between the two extremes, because the current pattern won't work for a fan base. I hear those are pretty nifty-keen. I think it's because when I post regularly (really regularly) I worry things are either too boring, or too full of bitching about writing. I think I remember when it made me happy?

The other reason I'm a bad blogger is because I hate posting something, then revising it 15 times after. Because I'm that person. I loathe writing something and having to hand it in or let people view it immediately after. I like to let things sit so I can go over them again and fix the 50 million errors or shitty wording I usually find the next day.

One day I will learn to plot/pace better. One day writing will be fun again and not this repeated head meet stone thing it currently is. One day I will learn how to blog on a semi-regular basis.