It was inevitable. What goes up must, at some stage, go down. Yeah, the drug that was the character high has now worn off. Big time. Everything is as it was – crap. Oh, not entire crap because I still have had that great character revelation and I still feel good about it. I just need to rewrite the rest of the story. Completely.
I guess that’s the ‘wonderful’ thing about writing. One minute you cannot believe the power of your fantastic brain. The next you cannot believe the power of your own ability to convince yourself anything you write is actually good.
And it doesn’t help that – for the unpublisheds among us – we are essentially writing in a vacuum. Oh, we have critique partners and other people to read our work and give feedback but once we send that baby away, we’re looking at months and months of waiting without any clue about whether we headed down the right track or whether once again, we’ve been gullible about what we’ve been writing.
We have no reason to keep going in other words. No reason to keep writing. Certainly no reason to keep rewriting. With no deadlines, no rabid fans clamouring to read your next book, nothing to keep you motivated, it’s extremely hard to think of reasons why you should even finish the book you’re currently writing (cos no one will EVER read it right??).
Sometimes loving writing just isn’t enough.
So how do you keep yourself going when you’re in the vacuum? When you’re doing nothing but waiting? When you’re not sure if the stories you’re writing are complete crap or genius? How do you keep the faith?
Any tips gratefully received!