“When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day’s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.” -John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
I found this quote in Ryan’s Ten Quote Tuesday today. It may become my new mantra. Actually, I’ve never had a mantra before so this will be my first. I am seriously considering humming the words to myself every morning, maybe to the Rocky theme music or that chant the hockey players bang their sticks to, something that says, “Just Do It”.
This second book isn’t pouring out of me, it’s slow going and the longer it takes the more I think it’s crap and what the hell am I doing? The thought of how many sentences I have to string together to finish this thing makes me want to give up and go back to knitting.
If John Steinbeck, John freaking Steinbeck, wrote one page at a time because thinking of a whole book at once was too daunting, then yep, that’s my plan. One page at a time. From now on, I’m the Little Engine That Could.
Thanks, John and thanks, Ryan for posting the quote.