My weekend writing went well. Friday night I blazed through nineteen chapters of editing in my novel, staying up feeling alive and exhilarated until four in the morning. I am thrilled with all of the rewrites.
I woke refreshed, not groggy, on Saturday afternoon which is a rare enough event after staying up most of the night. I trudged through some editing, just a few more chapters under my belt, none of which I felt good about. Sunday followed with much of the same until I had thoroughly freaked myself out again.
The what ifs, of course.
Time to put it away and focus on something else for a couple days. Time to marinate my brain in other things.
When in doubt, read, don’t write. Or if you are me, craft.