Progress is slow on the cookbook today. I can’t write a recipe without tweaking another one, or formatting something. I keep telling myself, “just write, and edit later”.
I hate when I don’t heed my own good advice. These large piles of recipes surrounding me, sorted in some order that I forget when I leave my desk then return, are not getting smaller. I know the reason for this, but I can’t help myself. I catch myself reading sections that I have already written, then I need to change a word or two. I might need to add a note, or remove something dumb.
This editing when trying to write is bad enough. But the next day I discover I don’t like what I did the day before, so I re-edit what I wrote again. I need to write at this stage, and I’m just not getting to it. Grrrrr…
If you wonder if I would be a happier editor than a writer, I assure you I would not. Then I crack-up because my spelling and grammar are so atrocious that I stump spell check. And the grammar checker constantly nags at me. I write how I speak most of the time, between the California Valley Girl, Kansas Farmer, and the Hillbilly dialects, it is amazing that I write at all.
At least, I think I can. 😉