So I’m knee deep in my current WIP and depending on the day, I’ll tell you a totally different story about how I feel about it.
An except from my writing journal over the past few days:
Sunday– This plot is too difficult to write. Too many characters and they all have their own agenda. Need to ditch the story.
Monday– Forget what I said yesterday, I LOVE this book. It’s amazing. It’s brilliant. It’s my best writing EVER!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday am– What was I thinking? This is all crap, crap, crap.
Tuesday pm– (after rereading supposed horrible last scene) So maybe this is workable. Give me about 257 more drafts and kill off a few characters, I might be able to pull this baby off.
Sound familiar?
Overcoming the impossible takes one word at a time, one revision at a time. Until that book is sitting on the bookshelf in its shiny new cover waiting, dying to be read.


















