So I just finished edits and now I'm working on finishing the first draft of another book. Completely different genre. Completely different feel, themes, dialogue, etc. I swear it's like I'm learning how to write all over again. I really can't stand drafting books. I honestly don't know how I've made it as far as I have as a writer. How did I ever get through anything when it's so much torture just to pound out a story? Shouldn't it be enjoyable?
Have you ever been working on a scene and time seems to be dragging on so freaking slow? You think, dang, this is boring. Nothing is happening. Yeah, I'm moving things along and important stuff is taking place, but nothing feels like it's happening because I know there's more exciting things coming up! This is where I kind of die because I am not the type of writer to jump ahead and write certain scenes before others. I have to write in order or I'm seriously screwed up. I've tried to do that several times and it just didn't work. So I'm kind of stuck in this limbo state of pushing my way through scenes. The only thing that's keeping me going is the fact that I felt the exact same way on my novella, Thirds, and when it was finally finished and people read it, they said very good things about it. In fact, that was the book my dad called me up about and told me I was the next J.K. Rowling. *snort* Well, although I don't believe that (and Thirds is nothing like Harry Potter) I was extremely flattered. I don't think I've ever heard my dad say something like that to me before. It was a moment made of awesome.
So...I have hope.
But this writing while I think I'm stuck in a pit of suckiness really...well...sucks.
And maybe this post sucks because it's all about me, but maybe you can relate to some of this? Who knows. I do know I need to read something good soon. I haven't had the time to read any books lately, and perhaps that's what I need.
At least I'm posting here! Yay! I still exist on the Lit Lab!