I’d like you to imagine some tinkly, sentimental music playing as you read this. Sad-faced children looking entreatingly into your eyes. Perhaps a kitten.
The camera pans to a small desk at a window. A girl – alright, a woman fast approaching middle age – is sat, chin resting in her hands, staring out at the garden. (There was a tree there until yesterday, but that’s another story.) In front of her is a pile of typed pages, a little creased and dog-eared now. The margins are filled with scribbles, crossed out and replaced with others, now almost illegible. The woman twists and turns a biro between the fingers of her right hand, clicking the top so that the nib pops in and out.
A long time ago, Carol – not her real name – dreamed of writing a book.
She wrote first chapters – lots of them. But she could never get any further.
You see, Carol couldn’t silence her Inner Critic; the voice that told her everything she’d put on paper just wasn’t good enough. The voice that told her she was wasting her time.
Then, one day, Carol decided she wasn’t going to live like that any more. With your help, she locked up her Inner Critic. She made herself develop a plot and characters. She gave herself word count targets.
Carol finished her first draft. She thought she’d succeeded. But the story doesn’t end there.
Now she must edit her work. But Carol’s Inner Critic is sulking and refusing to help. Carol can’t decide what’s good and what isn’t. Is she improving her writing, or just tinkering pointlessly?
[Music rises to a crescendo]
That’s why Carol needs your help again.
For just one pound a month – I mean, with just one comment on this blog – you can help Carol know that she’s not alone.
Your editing stories can make a difference. Please, post a reply and share them with us today.
Please. For Carol’s sake.