Picking at 'Consent'
Last night at about 1am I had an "I'm bereft of talent, and this story will never stop sucking" moment. I got over it by 2am, mainly because I realised that, being a first draft, it was doomed to suck. If I hadn't thought it sucked, it would only mean I had delusions of grandeur.
Although it still needs a final scene, I've gone back and line-edited it, gave the evil baddie who isn't some depth, painted the walls, that sort of thing. It sucks less now. Once I've written the ending, I won't be quite so ashamed to send it to my beloved first readers.
It's my first sci-fi, as well, though the "sci" bit could be replaced with magic without too much damage to the plot. Clarke's Third Law strikes again.
Although it still needs a final scene, I've gone back and line-edited it, gave the evil baddie who isn't some depth, painted the walls, that sort of thing. It sucks less now. Once I've written the ending, I won't be quite so ashamed to send it to my beloved first readers.
It's my first sci-fi, as well, though the "sci" bit could be replaced with magic without too much damage to the plot. Clarke's Third Law strikes again.