Or, Going back to read your WIP from the beginning when you are halfway through is a really bad idea
For whatever reason, I am the sort of person who needs to feel like I have “accomplished” something, not merely “worked on” something. If I just put in work but don’t seem to get anywhere, I get anxious and frustrated. Possibly even nervous. I KNOW.
It is inconvenient enough in a real-world job where my duties are really never-ending, as I don’t really work on projects but on the fresh flow of invoices always rotating in and out of the office. But in the process of writing a novel it is awful.
I am having to set discrete milestones for myself so that I can feel a sense of accomplishment at being “done” even if it’s only with part of the project rather than the whole thing. It’s hard, though, because I also know it’s artificial and arbitrary. I don’t believe myself when I say “Good job for finishing that chapter.” No, Lily, I didn’t finish anything. Not yet.
I think part of the problem here, as well, is that there are not mini-stories within the larger story. The threads I am weaving are all long. They will make a beautiful tapestry by the end (I hope) but until I get there, the work in progress is kind of incoherent and unattractive.
Although I may have just given myself a really hilarious analogy, to think of hero and heroine as warp and weft.
Anyway, the point is, I am glad, I guess, that I know my own weaknesses as an employee well enough to recognize how they sabotage my writing. Now I just need a fucking boss to come stare over my shoulder, threaten to micromanage, and give me arbitrary deadlines to help me feel like I done did something to its completion today, y’all.