With two hundred and eleven days to go, I'm nearly halfway through on my great project. At least, halfway til my deadline. Not necessarily halfway through the actual book. And yet I'm dreaming of other books waiting to be written. I imagined up some fantastic book titles (which is usually quite a hardship for me). I'm writing bits and pieces, creating names for the main characters, thinking of sequels and series.
I am greatly upset with myself over this.
Whenever my current story becomes boring or difficult, I'm apt to cast it aside with a shrug of my shoulders, and move on to something else. What was that cliche again?? Oh yes... "When the going gets tough, the tough get going." Apparently, I'm weaker than I thought. And I'm not the only one. My cousin and writing friend declared once, "New plots spring to mind, new rhythms, new names - the sparks fly again, with the same stirring joy as infatuation, and the same seeping guilt as an affair. Can one actually cheat on their book?" Indeed, I feel the same.
But, for once in my life, I would like to finish something. No matter how difficult. No matter how annoying. No matter how much I don't feel like it at the time. A Tale of the Faeries - or whatever it ends up being called - will not be like Spanish or French or piano lessons or ice skating or karate or all those other books and other things I never finished.
This is where the rubber meets the road... Now is the time to finish a race. THE race. By December 31st, I WILL have a finished manuscript. I am determined.
Ahhhh... I do enjoy a good pep talk. Now, back to the salt mines, as it were...
Novel update: 15 chapters complete, 211 days remaining
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