I have the fear.
I have completed stories but I don't seem to have the guts to submit them.
Meanwhile they're sitting on my hard drive, collecting dust.
I need to overcome the fear and submit.
I need to overcome the fear and fix the one manuscript.
What's the point of writing these stories if I can't do anything about them?
I need to get past the fear.
I'm not even sure where it came from. But it's sure as shit counterproductive.
After two years of loathing a title in a manuscript I've been working sporadically on, I finally got the title right.
Throw in the ending and shazaam....I'm ready to put this bad girl to bed.
Who knew it would take the right title to get really fired on this thing? Or maybe I'm just weird. Hm.
It's taken me almost 2 years to figure out the ending to a story that I've been working on (though not continuously...I'm so story fickle.) I was lying in bed when it came to me. I had to fight the urge to fire up the laptop to get it out. Imagine my relief when I woke up in the morning and I still remembered the ending. Phew. I wonder if it's not knowing where I was taking this story that was slowing my process down.
Granted it's had a few changes the past 2 years, as it should, but I never saw the final destination for my characters.
I have it now and now all I want to do is get to that point. Those two lovely words "The End" but let's face it, my characters have been awfully patient on getting their end. It's time to give it to them.
In the midst of cleaning out my spare bedroom to make it habitable for others, I found a manuscript I believe I wrote in the early 90s.
It is, for a lack of a better word, terrible.
It's a plotless wonder. There's so much head hopping my head hurts. My descriptive powers totally sucked. Don't even get me started on the cliche characterizations.
This thing is bad. Like, "I can't believe I wrote that crappy" bad. But the nice thing is that I can see how far I've come in my writing.
Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to return to finishing this claptrap and wonder how I could write a book without one swear word. Not one. Not even a "damn it".
The phrase "you've come a long way, baby" keeps echoing in my head. Thank god, is all I can think.
