Instead of looking into getting an ISBN number today, I wrote 487 words on my second novel. And this is significant because I’m pretty sure it’s been two years since I wrote anything on it. Really? Two years? Wait, I don’t believe that. Let’s see. I started this blog February of 2011. Really? I have to double check that date also. Yes, February 4, 2011, was my first blog entry, and at that time I hadn’t written anything on the novel since the previous May (2010). Wow, that means I have been procrastinating working on my second novel for not just months, but for years.
Apparently, I was so desperate not to deal with the whole ‘publishing to do list’ I’ve created, that I finally wrote something, instead of just thinking about it. What does that say about my avoidance behavior now?
In all truth though, I did come across a web site from Collections Canada, which looks like a governing body for ISBN numbers, and there was something about self publishers on the site. But for some reason, I was getting so wound up emotionally that I just stopped reading the web page and desperate to do anything other than deal with it, I started rewriting Chapter 10 of “The Navigator,” the companion novel to my first book, “The Hematite Horses.”
As weird as I feel about my behavior, (I’m wound tighter than my Rat Terrier at the moment), I’m happy I finally wrote something new. I truly love to write. What a great escape it was. Plus, I was doing a re-write of Chapter 10, which has been my writing road block, and chucking out the first draft of that chapter and starting fresh felt wonderful. So tomorrow, I will go back to the Collections Canada web site, and check it out.