What happens when the story is coming out, but you’re not in love with it?
What happens when you’ve got a chunk down, but you don’t care? As in, I’m not bothered if these characters make it or not. I don’t even care what happens next…
That’s not a good sign. If the author isn’t feeling it, how will the reader?
So tomorrow I need to do some thinking. I need to figure out why my characters are feeling flat, why my pacing feels off. Why, I think, my voice is missing.
Because it is. Six novels in, I can tell whether it feels authentic or not, and it doesn’t. I may need to do some deeper character work, some more plot and story work, maybe even start over. I’m not going to write more until I figure out where it has gone off the rails. Because it’s way easier to start over before you hit the twenty thousand mark and watch all those pages hit the bin.
(Yesterday’s word count included a leisurely wander through the village along with traditional Cornish Creme Tea as well as a migraine. 2,961)
Today’s word count included a migraine that didn’t release until after noon. 4,719