Ideas are exciting. When they first form you rush to put the idea into motion, unable to find enough time in the day. You got to bed thinking about it, probably dreaming about it too and wake with it at the front of your mind. It consumes your thoughts and you eagerly neglect everything else for the sake of the idea.
When a story forms in my head that's what it's like for me. I spend every second I can writing down the words forming in my head, visualizing the new characters. Having to stop writing is a chore and I jump back into the new idea as soon as possible. Before I know it 10K words have flown by, another the next day. I'm on a roll, racing towards the end.
Only to falter when I reach the halfway mark. In my excitement I over estimated the distance, treating the story like a sprint instead of the marathon it is. Now I'm struggling to finish, only 2 or 3K words written. And that's if I'm lucky to get anything written that day. I trudge and stumble determined to finish the marathon, hoping for a second wind. Sometimes I get the second wind but it's never as strong as the initial burst.
So I've learned my lesson.
Umm.... probably not. When a new idea forms it's hard not to burst off the starting blocks. Hard not to be overcome by the excitement of the idea urging you to run as fast as you can. But maybe, just maybe now that I've figured out this hurdle, the next new idea that pops into my head I'll remind myself I'm running a marathon and not a quick sprint. Slow and steady wins the race, right?