I almost forgot today was Wednesday. It’s been a busy week and time got away from me. See, I took a road trip to San Antonio last week to help Baby Bird move to a new apartment. It’s a nice apartment, but it’s on the third floor. Those of you who have moved into a third floor apartment know why this is significant. For those of you who haven’t, well… just imagine hauling furniture up three flights of stairs and you’ll know how much fun we had. Luckily, my son and nephew also came to help. If they hadn’t, I don’t know how we would have gotten it done.
I got back on Sunday, and today (Wednesday) is the first day that my calves aren’t screaming at me.
In the meantime, MBH left on Monday for another road trip for work. I pick her up tonight.
The writing is going well. I’m spending quite a bit of time on the Year 12 rewrites, so the progress meter isn’t moving too much (it measures increases in word count, and when you rewrite, you’re removing just about as much as you write). But in doing the rewrites I’ve had to re-read the novel from the beginning to make the corrections and changes I was after. And to my utter shock, you know what I found? I’ve actually enjoyed reading what I wrote!
You have to understand that most writers are a paranoid bunch. We are often our own worst critics, and it takes many of us quite a bit of hand wringing and self-doubt before we can finally let go of a manuscript and turn it over to an editor. It takes even more to finish those final edits and actually publish the thing.
You see, before we publish, it’s still a work in progress, and there is no one to tell us whether or not it’s any good. But once you push that button that tells Amazon to put the thing out there, there’s no more hiding behind the “WIP” label. It’s out where everyone can see it… read it… judge it.
And most of us are convinced that we’ve just made the biggest mistake of our lives… that no one will like what we’ve written… that we’ve fooled ourselves into thinking that anyone could ever want to read our drivel… that it’s all a big steaming pile and the jig is up… that everyone will finally realize that we have no idea what we’re doing and that we’ve been faking it all this time.
At least that’s the way I feel.
But in reading what I’ve written on Y12, I had a bit of a surprise. I actually felt that the first two sections of the book are pretty solid. I haven’t finished the rewrites yet. I haven’t gotten to the last section, and that’s where I was having the most trouble. But the rewrites were designed to help with the plot holes I had in the last section anyway, so hopefully those issues will be resolved, and I’ll end up with a story that I’m happy with.
Does this mean that my writer’s anguish is a thing of the past? Probably not. But the more I do this, the better I should get. Right?
Jeez, I hope so.
So back to writing. Stay safe everyone.