It's time to start the next revision of my novel. You know, the one where I've decided I need to insert more of my natural writing "voice" into things. The snarky, sarcastic (sometimes asshole) voice. (I had over-edited to the point of stilted formality.)
It's funny, because when I'm posting comments on Amazon or ripping apart a self-published novel, these things just come so easily to me. There's an element of anonymity there, I suppose. Or at least, there was. I certainly don't talk that way in my real life. (There are very few situations where it would be acceptable. I don't think it would work with my bosses, and it would probably lead to some trouble with the US Patent and Trademark Office, as much as I want to respond that way to some of the arguments I see from patent examiners.)
I know that I will have a better book if I write with that tone. I know I would enjoy reading it more! So why is it taking me so long to get with the program? Am I afraid of something? (I didn't even write yesterday. Granted, I was pretty sick and hadn't gotten much sleep. I don't have that excuse today. I'm much better -- not 100%, but definitely improved -- and I slept reasonably well.)
I've just got to make myself do it. And I will, right after I give Mr. Kitty his prednisolone.