There are times you need to write, which means you somehow have to silence your inner editor. Unfortunately, that’s a lot easier said than done.
Below is all my bad advice on how to silence him or her.
Tell your editor to shut up. Put your foot down.
Ask nicely. If being mean doesn’t work, try being polite?
Don’t do anything. Sometimes not forcing the issue is the best thing you can do.
Embrace the obnoxious editor. Befriend him or her.
Ignore. Hopefully they can take a hint. Or at least learn to.
Blast music. Turn the volume up. Careful you don’t shatter your ear drums in the process.
Listen. Maybe your head is trying to tell you something. After you hear yourself out, maybe your inner editor will finally stop bothering you. One can hope.
Lock them in a cage and throw the key away. Or just imagine doing so.
Practice. Just keep writing.
Never write another word in your life. Non-writers don’t have to deal with annoying inner editors, right? It doesn’t seem like such a bad life.
Even though a cover letter is quite short length-wise, it took me a long time to write one today. I’m a writer. What did you expect?
If you think writing is easier for writers than it is for non-writers, think again.
I’m pretty sure I over-analyzed every sentence I wrote more than once. Also, I changed the introduction a million times and couldn’t think of a way to conclude for the longest time. Eventually I looked up example cover letters for inspiration. I also needed to make sure I was on the right track. The only thing I remember from that Internet search: you’re not writing an autobiography, you’re writing a cover letter.
I’m proud of myself for starting my summer job search early. But I’m not proud that I wrote said cover letter as a way to procrastinate working on my media article analysis. Or any of my other more pressing assignments.
I’m a writer and a procrastinator. But you already knew that.
I have more than eight, but for the sake of time—yours and mine—I’ll just mention a few.
I may sound peeved when discussing my pet peeves, but I’m a pleasant person to be around after I’ve written. I promise.
- Phone calls when I’m writing. That’s Satan’s work right there.
- Waiting on people. If we agreed to meet at 10:30, don’t show up at 10:55. I could’ve written hundreds of words in that time.
- Not writing. More like not being able to write. There’s a reason I haven’t learned to drive yet.
- Pen marks on everything. I’m sorry, mom.
- Smudges. Possibly the bane of my existence.
- Inconsistencies. The world is better off without them.
- Bad pens. I’m picky. What more can I say? Using the wrong pen is dreadful.
- Non-writers. More like people who hate writing and love announcing their hatred to the world.
Tell me your biggest pet peeve so we can complain together.
There are many things writers can do that others can’t do. It’s probably more correct to say writers outdo non-writers in…
Refusing to speak to people for days on end.
Sorry mom, dad. And my dearest apologies to anyone who once worried whether I dropped off the face of this earth. Now you know.
Imagining scenarios that will never, ever happen in real life.
Every day, night, hour, minute, second. Everything my mind conjures up is literally impossible.
Observing human beings from the way they talk to the way they breathe.
I’ve been wrongfully called a “stalker” and a “creep”. Non-writers are so silly sometimes.
So many things peeve me. Humans—non-writers in particular—have a tendency to test my patience, which is non-existent as you can tell.
While my pet peeves are a never-ending list, my current one is as follows:
When people say one school (university, college, etc.) is more prestigious than another. I’m annoyed anytime anyone claims one school is better or more well-known based upon very biased opinions.
Editors and agents won’t care where I went for post-secondary. On the other hand, the industry does care if writers can write. By write, I mean write well. Like really well.
Everyone needs to stop telling me to go to a specific school solely because the institution has seemingly established a name for itself.
Rant over. Anger absolved…slightly.
To some Canadians, Happy Family Day.
To fellow Americans, Happy Presidents’ Day.
To everyone else, Happy Monday.
Even if it isn’t Family Day where you live, I hope you are still able to spend at least a part of the day with your loved ones.
I’m not really sure what one does on Presidents’ Day, but brushing up on some history can’t hurt.
It’s Monday, which means we’re that much closer to the weekend.
Have a good day, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing.
The day is not complete without taking a daily dosage of vitamin writing. So you better have written or will be writing sometime soon. I have nothing against non-writers…I just like writers more.
Do a Google search.
It’s as simple as that.
I’m not kidding.
While you’re at it, Google yourself. I’m not afraid to admit I Google myself quite often.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?