Life is hectic in tmsoland. Work has consumed all my waking hours and sleep is filled with scenes of my book that are demanding to be written, but when I get a spare moment to write – nothing comes. So, I decided to edit the 30k words that I have already written and as I read, realization dawned…boy, do I suck. I can’t believe the drivel that I’ve written. I like the story. The story is still interesting to me, but what I’m putting on the page doesn’t resemble what’s in my head AT ALL. (huge sigh) For a moment, I thought of chucking the whole thing. But NO! I will prevail.
I will continue to add to the pile of doo-doo until the thing is finished. I’ll edit it to the best of my ability and, maybe, let someone else read it. Then I’ll bury the thing in the backyard so that it can do no further harm.
I once read a piece of advice from a published author that went something like this:
Your first novel is practice.
I understood that my first WIP (Sangre del Diablo/Devil’s Blood) was/is indeed practice, but I thought it would be good. You know, good enough to want to share it. But all I want to do with it right now is burn it (well, not burn it, I haven’t even printed it out; really, I would just delete it off my hard drive, but “delete it” doesn’t quite have the ring that “burn it” has, now does it?). But that would be quitting, and though I have quit things in the past, I am committed to finishing this novel even if it does suck.
With that thought, I joined the National Novel Writing Month (November, for those of you who do not know) last night. Yeah, November is months away, but it will be upon us before you know it. I plan to have at least an additional 20k written by November 1st, which should get me just past the half-way mark of my book. I can then go into the WRIMO writing frenzy in November, adding an additional 30k to round the book out at around 80k (that’s if I keep writing at the pace I’m doing now given my current outline and scene list). Joining now, commits me to the process and finishing my very first novel – even if it is a pile of shit.
Wish me luck!