Today, I finished what I guess would be my first draft of my novel. It’s a strange feeling, finishing a first draft. Mine’s only 155 pages, so I can almost visibly see how much work I still need to do to get it into shape.
It’s a very “ugggh” feeling. The kind you get when you’ve drank too much milk and have one cookie left.
But still. Even if your first draft is – non argumentally – poo (I know “crap” would work better in that sentence, but, I don’t know, my mom never liked that word so I’ve never used it. X-) Hey, don’t judge. At least I always have a place to stay.) you should still celebrate once you’ve finished your first draft.
Look back at all the pages you’ve written and slap yourself. Say, “gosh, I’ve actually done all that work. I’ve actually written all these pages. And they’re all mine. They’re all unique, never-before-seen. My work.”
Which is exactly what I’m telling myself. Sure, it needs A LOT of work yet. But I’ve gone farther than many aspiring writers. And you can too. And soon *fist in the air* we shall be published!
In the meantime, I’m still published on my blogs. . That counts. . right? X->
I would like to propose a new saying into the writing world. It’s called: a mourning period.
A mourning period is the time it takes for you to get over the fact that you were stupid and deleted all your work from the previous day. If you try to get back to your writing the next day, all you’ll get is a new sense of grief and frustration and kicking yourself for being so careless.
The mourning period is just one in a million ways to keep the average writer from losing their mind.
And a mind. . is a terrible thing to waste. .
So after attempting to rewrite one of the lost sentences and realizing you can’t remember one thing you had written only twenty four hours ago. Go eat something. You’re a writer, you’ve probably forgotten. And force yourself to come back tomorrow.
Since crazy “vacation” summer is over, I finally get the chance to relax and write like I want to. So yesterday was my first day.
I got up and devoed and went straight into my writing. I was so proud of myself, I even downloaded a timer so I could keep track of how much time I spent writing and to stay focused. (My mind wanders)
I’m writing a novel. Chick lit. And am on page a-hundred-and-something, nearing the climax. There’s static between my two characters. They feel each other’s nearness, at the same time knowing how distant they’ve become, both wanting to close the gap but not knowing if the other feels the same. . .
Before I finished yesterday, I made sure to finish that scene to be able to move on. I tend to get stuck on tricky scenes, writing and rewriting. And we all know no novel gets done that way.
Well. The reason I’m telling you this, instead of writing right now like I’m supposed to, is because I’m venting.
I deleted all my work from yesterday by mistake. The stupid thing said there was already a file with that name, do I want to override it? All I changed was a few words I saw and tweaked in my opening lines. I thought, sure you can override it. For reasons unknown to me, that meant deleting everything.
And I triple checked to make sure it was saved yesterday, too.
You better believe I had a tantrum. I grabbed my collar and threw my head back and groaned like I was being strangled.
I. Want. To. Cry.
My computer has hurt me.
I feel like I’m looking in a window where I JUST saw my work, yet I can’t get to it. I’m useless.
*sigh* Okay. I’ll put on a stiff upper lip and REwrite the darn thing. .
Hurray for day two.