Recovering Perfectionist...what, me? Writers write and love it so why wasn't I writing? Well, Real Life can throw you a few curve balls, but that wasn't all of it. With over 130,000 plus words, Another Rock Star Book 2 was essentially finished, yet languishing in the first rewrite stage. Over the past few months, though, I just couldn't...focus, for a lot reasons. And then last night, BAM! Finally! One of those moments I live for; I saw why I was stuck. I've been riding the see-saw of "This is crap, to hey, this is pretty good" until around 11:30 last night where I hit the final "This isn't working." I was prepared to ditch it completely. About thirty minutes after that point of surrender, I realized that the book needs more than a re-write, it needs the dreaded re-structuring. Now, that fills me with delight. It's a hell of a lot of work, but it always is, when you get down to it. I'm thrilled that I can finally see the way out of this unfamiliar, torturous state that I think may be called writer's block. I've never experienced it before, and I hope I never need to again. Yet as uncomfortable as it's been, it turns out it's for the best. Now I know how I can make this book better. My self imposed deadline just flew the rest of the way out the window, but so what? The story is what counts. Taken from facebook.com/PaulaCootsBooks