After ironing out the details of the novella I've pondered and planned for the last few weeks, I have just arrived to the point of actually writing it. Whew! I know for me, I'm the hardest one to work with when it comes to writing. I'll spend hours arguing back and forth on certain details, characters, settings what have you until one of two things happens: I become frustrated to the point of working on another project, or I'll have to just turn the switch off and just do what I do and see what happens afterward.
I'm sure to stump or confound myself down the road, but I believe I'm reaching the point of just writing like I work: just do it, it'll turn out however it turns out. Now I still adhere to my usual regimented structure of doing things, but I'll only write like walking a path: wherever it takes me, or rather, where I write it to take me.
I hope others can relate to this quandry, because honestly, I'm sick of myself. So now that I've reconciled with myself over my own nit-picking and trying to fine tune or polish things, I feel fit for duty to continue forward.
Until next time, get to know yourself better, otherwise you'll make yourself crazy.