I have been busy with Life lately, but that might be an excuse for the fact that I haven’t gotten much progress so far on my outline.
The true reason is becoming clear: I’m avoiding it. Why? I’m not sure. I do know that I’m anxious to start the second draft. I’m very much looking forward to it, in fact.
I think part of the problem might be that I’ve never been a big one for outlines — they drove me nuts in high school. It was painful. Why couldn’t I just write the essay already?
I understand that I need an outline for this though. In fact I want to create one — or at least one part of me does. Is it possible that the child in me is just being, well, a child? And like a distracted parent, I keep putting it off until I have time to deal with the situation effectively?
Tonight though. For sure. I’m going to put some time into it.