Still alive. Most days, at least.
I have started the novel over. yes, again. This means I have thrown out a 120,000 word draft of this thing, and then thrown out another 15,000 words (or not, depending.) I think I don’t know if I hate the book or not, at this point, but it clearly hates me.
I am taking a breather and working on some short stories. Some of these aren’t going any better, but at least the drafts aren’t so long.
I did not even pretend to do NaNo this year. At some point in the last couple of months I started getting really concerned about my writing, which then made me afraid of it a little bit, so the thought of writing 50,000 words in one month, or trying to, sent me into convulsions. It may be that I need to adjust my meds. I didn’t used to be this much of a pussy.
I’m declaring December a get shit done month so I can finally make some headway on all these projects, and wrestle the opening of the novel to the ground. Once done; I’ll feel much better.
It gets better after you break through the wall, right?
Kathie Grayson
December 2, 2011 at 2:31 am
Just one step at a time or one word at a time in this instance. Keep going. It will be worth it all when the novel is finally done. Have I told you lately how proud of you I am? I am still you best fan.
melanielc
December 2, 2011 at 3:27 am
We’ll be patiently waiting the next draft!