I am staring at my screen, taking in the jumble of chapters, parts of a novel that I want dearly to finish, but have consistently failed to even surmount a first draft of. It just feels so complex, I can’t wrap my head around it, and my thoughts, like the chapters cluttering my drive, are jumbled.
I have decided quite fastidiously that I will finish the first leg of editing this novel by the end of the year. Am I crazy?
My mind refuses to even skim the characters, I am tired, I want desperately for all of the pieces to fall into place, but I haven’t even got a board to put them on. It’s impossible.
As writers we set out everyday to make the impossible happen. Everyone tells us that we can’t this, and can’t that.
You can’t write a good book, it’s too hard.
You can’t sell a good book, there are too many out there already.
You can’t make enough money writing to exist.
Through all of these negations, there is something more true, and that is that hard work pays off. Here’s the thing, I know that I will settle my mind, sit down with a piece of paper and pen and outline (once again) a rough draft, then I will pull the pieces together and go from there. I will go at it day after day, and sooner or later, I will succeed in reaching my goal.
Bottom line, you are as good of writer as your self determination allows you to be, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
With love and commiseration to all of my crazy writer friends out there!