Creative bandwidth

it is not unlimited, people

I should be further along by now.

This is the song of my clients this August. For the past couple of weeks, I haven’t gotten through a session without someone beating themselves up for lack of sufficient progress. This is, of course, all measured by their critics.

Because these writers have restructured novels, been to conferences, outlined significant portions of books and yet. It is never enough somehow.

What else has been going on?

Both fascinatingly and frustratingly, the inner critic is the supreme champion of compartmentalizing. It can conveniently forget that you had the flu for a week when clicking its tongue when reviewing your word count. It is tone deaf to context.

When you feel the urge to bemoan your progress, please ask yourself the following question: