I think it’s getting better. I think I’m getting better.
I’ve been working diligently on writing one of the two novels that are pretty much fully formed in my head (there are several others that aren’t fully formed) and actually enjoying the process and plugging along. I’m writing this last week, on Wednesday.
As of Wednesday morning, I had almost 11,000 words and counting. And then I realized that sick, pit-of-the-stomach, I need to trash this and start over feeling was slowly taking over my body. Panic set in. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to continue, either.
But instead of trashing it, I did two things: First, I e-mailed it to a friend and asked for a critique. Second, I copied and pasted the whole thing into a second document, then started chopping. I chopped about 3,000 words because I think I figured out what was bugging me about it, and it was only one element of the story. I had to change the way the heroine meets the hero. It happened too early and it felt forced and unnatural and I think it would have hurt the story later on because it dictated that it go in a certain direction that I wasn’t comfortable with.
So, I’m breathing easier as I write this blog post and hoping I can make up for and surpass those lost 3,000 words in the next couple days. This is progress for me. Major progress.
I don’t know how things stand as of the day this posts, but hopefully they will be brighter. And thank you, Renee, because I know whatever you tell me, harsh or not, helped!