about a year ago I got caught up in this habit of rushing myself as I was drafting. I thought I was taking too long and I wanted my characters to be in their own book already. I thought this book writing of mine was just going to be a joke until it was done. No one, including myself, would take it seriously until it was real and physically there and completed.
But then on a plane ride, I started thinking about how much I didn't want to be writing my characters into a bound book, with defined scenes and decided destinies quite yet. I didn't want to be spending every moment of my fictional time drafting, I just wanted to sit back and spend some time with my characters. I wanted to enjoy them before it was time to give them to someone else.
At the time my way of expressing this (and I have it written down in a notebook somewhere) that I just wanted to have afternoon tea with my characters, to sip earl grey with Summer Johnson and drink chamomile with Mary Pennington. I just wanted to be in my imagination for a little while longer before I made my creations make a definitive shape on paper.
Since then, I've made my fictional journaling time my "tea with my characters time." I don't force it to be anything it's not and I just sit there and see what comes to me, normally with an actual cup of steaming or iced tea in hand.