It’s always the way. You come back from holiday and life kind of descends on you like the 1000 tonne ACME weight descends on the coyote from Roadrunner. Actually, I shouldn’t complain (though I am, obviously), because spending four days down in Queenstown, in a beautiful hotel, isn’t something to complain about. It’s just the coming back that sucks. Especially when motivation to write is thin on the ground.
It’s not that I’m not liking my story. I am. I’m loving writing it. I’m just having a ‘what’s the freaking point?’ moment. The moment all unpublished authors get when there is no prospect of your story being accepted today, or tommorrow, or even at any point in the near future. When, in all probability, it will be rejected just like all the rest of your submissions. When no one cares if you finish it or not because you have no deadlines. No slavering readers desperate for your next title. You have no one except your CPs (if you have CPS) and though you love them dearly some days even they are not enough.
So, any of you having the same problem as me? Are you feeling like there’s no point finishing your story? Because if you are, if you need some motivation, if you need Jackie to wave a big stick and tell you to get off your butt and finish the damn book, let me know. Give me a deadline. And I’ll write a blog post expressly designed to make you get those words down.
Why? Because I care. Because I want you to finish your book. I want you to edit it. I want you to submit it. Because after all, I am you. And if you don’t, why the hell should I? 🙂