I know this is a normal feeling writers have. I don't care. My book really does suck. I'm hating it because of what I know it's going to take to fix it. But right now, I can't even read it. I'm sick of it. It's becoming increasingly difficult to get it from scene to scene. There are choices I made or actually they seemed to just happen that I'm not sure I want to keep. I hate my main character's name. I even hate my working title. I want to edit it so badly. But I'm only 27,636 words into it. I just printed out all 88 pages of it and sat down to read it and make some changes. And I'm exhausted and bored already. Maybe if I were drunk? No, I think I'd just probably fall asleep. Maybe that's what I need. But see, that's just it--I keep procrastinating and diverting my own attention elsewhere so I don't have to deal with it but I NEED to deal with it. I must finish this stupid thing if for no other reason than to just say I finished it. Then, I know, I can do whatever I want with it. Maybe the edits will be easier then, knowing that at least it has a beginning, middle, and an end.
Okay, I'll go with that. But I'm still hating it.
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