Wow. So something truly magical happened to me this week. I realised that it had been about a year since I'd stated writing my first novel (which is still languishing in first draft format somewhere on my hard drive) and to celebrate this milestone, I decided to look back over all those other terrible first drafts I'd produced, just to prove to myself how much I'd evolved as a writer.
Among all the false starts, one piece (sci-fi) had made it all the way up to the last chapter before I'd gotten confused by my own plot-twists and run out of faith in myself.
So I read through it.
And it was good...
With my fresh objective eyes, I could see it for what it was: a pretty decent story with interesting characters and believable dialogue and plot twists.
So I set about thinking of an ending. And then I started writing.
8,000 words later and months after I first started working on it, the first draft is complete.
And I'm still excited! I haven't finished it with this sense of dread about everything that I need to go back and change about it. I'm actually looking forward to make this story shine.
And all I needed was time, by leaving the first draft and working on other projects so that when I came back to it it didn't even look like something I'd written.
Generation Lawless will have to take a backseat, because this project is really going places. I just hope I can finish it before the doom sets in this time!