Over the weekend I kept thinking, why am I writing this novel? Who will give a damn about it? I’m wasting my time. What’s the point? Even if my agent likes it (unlikely) who will buy it, publish it?
Today I read what I have. I think it’s good. I liked it a lot. The characters are interesting, the whole thing moves along quickly, I keep advancing the story and if I can pull off the main point I’ll really have something. Whoopee!
Tomorrow I’ll start to actually write. I can’t imagine that I’ll keep this optomistic view for long. And even if I do, sooner or later I’ll go back to the questions above and probably add some.
Writers of other blogs sometimes mention that writers who blog are whining all the time about how tough this profession is. I hope my postings aren’t mistaken for whines. That’s not my purpose. I’m simply trying to show what writers go through. Ups, downs, highs, lows.
I got my Kirkus review for Too Darn Hot. Of course it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t that bad, either. Two picky, mean lines and the rest a synopsis. It was annoying but it didn’t put me in a state or send me to bed with covers over my head. Some will say I’m committing suicide with Kirkus to write that here. If I didn’t write it I wouldn’t be playing fair as far as the purpose of this blog. I have to mention the bad reviews along with the good and tell my reactions to them. So sue me!