This morning, I started writing at 7:30, and didn’t stop until I finished the scene I was working on. It felt GREAT. I’m making it my goal to get in the habit of writing first thing every day, because if I don’t keep working on this novel rewrite, you know what?
It’s never ever ever going to get done.
And that’s unacceptable.
The last few months, I’ve been really discouraged on the writing front—the glacial querying process, the feeling of ramming my head against a brick wall with this novel, the fear that I’m never going to get to the next step. But I’ve come so far since I started getting really serious about writing in 2005. I’ve written six complete novels and three incomplete ones, and I’ve REwritten a few of them, too. I’ve written query letters and synopsises (synopsi? however you spell it, they’re awful!!) and read up on the publishing industry—I’ve even gotten feedback from some pretty awesome agents.
And all that aside, even though it’s frustrating beyond imagining sometimes, I love writing. I always have.
I’m not going to give up. I’m going to keep plugging away at this novel, and when I finish it I’m going to write another one.
I am writer! Here me RAWRRRRRR!!!