*sings* It's been a long, long day...
Just talked to Tracy whom I just sent the first two chapters of my novel to via e-mail.
She agrees with me that the first chapter is kind of boring and laggy. *headdesk* But she liked the pace of the second chapter. So, what to do? I'm not going to deal with it now. If I go back and deal with it now I will have started on a fourth draft without realizing it and I don't want to do that yet. I want to give the entire book a good revamping before I go back...and *sniffle* revamp some more! *bursts into tears!*
People don't understand how hard this is for me. I'm enjoying doing it (otherwise I'd just get so frustrated that I'd delete the entire thing) but going over the same thing more than twice is a difficult concept for me. I could barely stand proof reading my papers for school and sometimes I didn't. I just handed them in without checking for those stupid spelling errors that Word doesn't pick up.
It's also hard because I've stuck with it for so long. I haven't ever, by my own choosing, stuck with something for so long in my life, I don't think. I know it's sad that I have such a short attention span but it is undeniably true.
But there are things that keep me going. People reading it and wanting to read more is always a good thing. And also, when I reread parts of it - sections like this:
In the corner sat a chair. On the chair, wearing old faded jeans and a ratty flannel shirt too faded for me to decipher what color it once had been, was a man. He blended in with the little house as if he’d always been there, like a piece of antique furniture. That had to be why I hadn’t noticed him right away. His head was bowed over a book he held in his hand so all I could see was dark hair with slight touches of gray in it. He sat as quietly as I had ever seen a person sit, reading his book that was propped on one knee crossed over the other. His evident silence was also probably why I didn’t notice him straight away.
The chair didn’t even creak when he moved, which he very seldom did.
Perhaps he was a part of the furniture after all.
- Between the Shadow and the Soul chapter three
Parts that feel like I'm reading from an actual novel that someone with a little experience wrote. It could be just me of course, but that's how I felt when I was going over this section in particular.
So, I'm keeping going...
Anyway, I'm free! And it's Friday! And I'm really loving my new journal layout :) *does happy dance!*
She agrees with me that the first chapter is kind of boring and laggy. *headdesk* But she liked the pace of the second chapter. So, what to do? I'm not going to deal with it now. If I go back and deal with it now I will have started on a fourth draft without realizing it and I don't want to do that yet. I want to give the entire book a good revamping before I go back...and *sniffle* revamp some more! *bursts into tears!*
People don't understand how hard this is for me. I'm enjoying doing it (otherwise I'd just get so frustrated that I'd delete the entire thing) but going over the same thing more than twice is a difficult concept for me. I could barely stand proof reading my papers for school and sometimes I didn't. I just handed them in without checking for those stupid spelling errors that Word doesn't pick up.
It's also hard because I've stuck with it for so long. I haven't ever, by my own choosing, stuck with something for so long in my life, I don't think. I know it's sad that I have such a short attention span but it is undeniably true.
But there are things that keep me going. People reading it and wanting to read more is always a good thing. And also, when I reread parts of it - sections like this:
In the corner sat a chair. On the chair, wearing old faded jeans and a ratty flannel shirt too faded for me to decipher what color it once had been, was a man. He blended in with the little house as if he’d always been there, like a piece of antique furniture. That had to be why I hadn’t noticed him right away. His head was bowed over a book he held in his hand so all I could see was dark hair with slight touches of gray in it. He sat as quietly as I had ever seen a person sit, reading his book that was propped on one knee crossed over the other. His evident silence was also probably why I didn’t notice him straight away.
The chair didn’t even creak when he moved, which he very seldom did.
Perhaps he was a part of the furniture after all.
- Between the Shadow and the Soul chapter three
Parts that feel like I'm reading from an actual novel that someone with a little experience wrote. It could be just me of course, but that's how I felt when I was going over this section in particular.
So, I'm keeping going...
Anyway, I'm free! And it's Friday! And I'm really loving my new journal layout :) *does happy dance!*