The Ups & Downs of Writing
Pardon me while I rant for a moment. I spend way too many hours sitting at a desk. The muscles in my neck and shoulders knot up on a regular basis and I’m prone to tendinitis.
On the plus side, I’ve got my first novel up for sale and, gasp, people are actually buying it. I’ve done all this marketing. Got a Facebook page and a Goodreads page, and started this blog.
Of course, I’d be ever so much happier if more people would buy my book and like my Facebook page, and be my fan on Goodreads, and, yeah, yeah, I’m sure you get it.
If all this sounds a little bi-polar to you, welcome to the world of writing. If you identify with any of this, you probably are a writer. This is a gig filled with ups and downs. It’s like a roller coaster ride you never really get off.
I am deep in revision Hell with my third novel, Redemption. So far, I’ve had to: add chapters, delete chapters, change a sub-plot, add a character, combine chapters, re-arrange chapters and flesh out characters. And what I really would like to know is this: why doesn’t any of this ever come out right the first time?
I had the most brilliant moment of clarity. Two major characters had this really deep conversation; one that both gave them insight into themselves and moved my plot along.
I was standing in my shower when this conversation happened. Oh my God! Get me a keyboard! Please, someone get me a keyboard. Why does my muse have such a twisted sense of timing?
At lease I have a muse. And she has provided me with some pretty twisted villains. It’s much more fun to torture your protagonist with a truly twisted villain. Now then, I am finally clean, dried and dressed; sitting with pen and paper in hand, and little bits of the conversation are coming back to me.
The wrong bits of conversation are coming back to me. Where’s the insight? The character development? The stuff that was going to move my plot along? How come the only bits I remember are the ones I would probably end up editing out anyway? Ugh!!
If it was really as good as all that, it would come back to me. That’s true, isn’t it? And anyway, now that I’ve got the creative juices flowing again (like the way I worked the title of this blog into this post? Clever, eh? Wink, wink), ideas are pouring through my brain like a fountain.
But are they really good ideas? Will anyone read them? Will anyone like them?
Never mind all that. Keep your chin up, girl. You’re doing what you love for a living. How many people can really say that? I have a life I love and I am genuinely happy. By any objective measure, I am blessed. Yes, writing is a solitary exercise, filled with ups and downs, but it’s one I wouldn’t trade for the world.
And, since I’m a real “the glass is half full” kind of gal, I think I’ll this on an up note.