I hate giving up on a book. I really, really hate it!
I often wonder if I’ve hit a wall? Did I write something that screwed up the story? Did I do something to the characters that doesn’t work?
That’s when I go back and read what I’ve written, trying to find breadcrumbs leading me to the problems.
Sometimes there are no problems and the story ran its course or my brain doesn’t know where the hell to go.
This week the former happened.
The story I’m 22k into stopped. I don’t know why it stopped. I read through the previous sections looking for those breadcrumbs. They were nowhere.
Then I got a little depressed.
I haven’t written a novel yet this year and I keep thinking something is wrong with me or my brain because of it. I mean my creative brain not the literal grey matter.
I got a the place I don’t like being at.
Do I continue with this story, focus on improving parts of my writing by writing short stories or do I try my hand at another long form story?
So I did something I rarely do; I let my wife read a couple of sections.
I only do this on the rarest of stories and only if I really want the story to succeed.
Which I truly want with this story.
She gave me ideas on what to change, things to add and said she thought I had some good writing, which she doesn’t say often. But when she does, it makes me feel better about the story.
So after getting a little depressed I’m continuing with the project.