The Stages of Hating Your Manuscript

I finished a radical revision of Together is Enough this week and I’m so very close to finishing Brave in Heart. So incredibly close. As a reward, I made the catastrophic mistake of picking up a book that shares both a genre and a setting with the former. It was a lovely book. Character-driven, tense but believable, politically progressive, compelling, and concise. Just terrific. After I finished, I said, “Damn it! I’ll never write anything as good as that!”

Those different processes — writing, editing, reading — are part of our lives as aspiring novelists. But they bring with them almost predictable attitudes towards our works in progress. I think it plays out something like this…

When you start drafting, you’re enthusiastic about your project. Out of all the ideas you have, this is one you’re writing now. So you naturally think it’s going to be awesome.

Then, you start writing and you hit the first plateau. It suddenly doesn’t seem so awesome anymore. If you’re like me, this happens at about 20,000 words.

After a lot of hemming and hawing, you push through and finish the manuscript. As you type those words, those lovely “the end” words, it is so gratifying. “Gosh darn, this project is awesome,” you think.

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Five Favorite Books

There’s a five-favorite books meme making the rounds on the interwebs. I couldn’t limit myself to five, but here’s mine:

Non-romance fiction

Romance

Non-fiction

Dual Lives

Like most people who write fiction, I do so for fun.

I am fortunate enough to spend part of my life as a professional writer (e.g., working on my dissertation) and part as a mama to very active toddlers. Much of the rest of my time is consumed by mundane human activities (i.e., showering, cooking, jogging, sleeping, etc.) or nurturing my marriage and friendships.

The difficulties in balancing recreational writing against professional and personal commitments are well-trod territories. I’ll probably explore them more at some point, but in this post, I have something else in mind.

For the moment, I’m interested in the balance between our lives as readers and our lives as writers. In the few hours a day that I’m able to snag for myself, either early in the morning before the kids are awake or in the evening after they’re asleep, how do you decide when to read and when to write?

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