I have been struggling all week with the first three chapters of a novel I had written 13 years ago, my first born. Not sleeping and trying to do everything in one day didn’t help and I should have left it alone but I’m such a stubborn mule that I just kept at it until the point that I was so miserably frustrated with it that I was about to throw it away. I worked it over four times and at the end I knew that this was not how I wrote these days and it seemed too daunting of a task to take on when I should really be working on a new book like I have been wanting to ever since I started throwing my shit online but this meant something to me when I wrote it. The story had purpose. It was just written terribly. I had given up.
Funny that of all places the mechanics was where I had pulled out the pages and a pen and started cutting into it. I chopped away and moved things around and within an hour I had the three chapters how I wanted them. I had finally cracked this book and am certain of completing it within good time. I just wanted to take this moment to share that and say ‘Fuck yeah!’ It’s on now.
Don’t give up. Don’t kill yourself over a project either. I wish I knew how not to.
Link to the synopsis, which is totally getting an overhaul as well. What was I thinking?