This weekend, I had one of those moments of futility. If you are old enough to remember that ancient electric football game, where you place plastic players on top of a vibrating table, and they all run in circles and run into walls, or run backwards with the football, you'll know how futility feels. It's like running into a wall with no doors. It's one of those things about the seventies we both love and hate.
Feelings of futility are not just for the novice writer. It could be on book two, or your second series, or when you've just lost all focus after a pretty decent career, and you feel like you can't think of another story idea if your life depended on it.
This weekend I felt stuck in the mud with spinning tires digging deeper. I'm actually into Book Four of a series. And I'm having one of those, "Is anyone going to read this...am I just hacking away for nothing?" moments.
Part of what fed this is that I wasn't so sure my publisher liked my Book Two after putting Book One on their refrigerater like the proud parent.
My Publisher had sent an email kind of insinuating that the turn of Book Two was not what they expected, going darker and deeper. They said they were given the book to a sci fi/fantasy editor that loved Tolkien, to get their opinion of it.
Because the initial "This could be like Harry Potter" wore off, I kind of felt like the axe would fall. They weren't quite sure about me now. And so I sat waiting, kind of expecting to be jilted the day before prom.
But alas, I heard good news. The editor loves the books!!!! Yipeeeeee. So at least I stopped feeling like I'm editing book four for nothing. They seem "okay" with the darkening. So now I'm just back to waitng for them to send me edits and I'm "HOPING" to see at least Book One in print this year.
Feelings of futility are not just for the novice writer. It could be on book two, or your second series, or when you've just lost all focus after a pretty decent career, and you feel like you can't think of another story idea if your life depended on it.
This weekend I felt stuck in the mud with spinning tires digging deeper. I'm actually into Book Four of a series. And I'm having one of those, "Is anyone going to read this...am I just hacking away for nothing?" moments.
Part of what fed this is that I wasn't so sure my publisher liked my Book Two after putting Book One on their refrigerater like the proud parent.
My Publisher had sent an email kind of insinuating that the turn of Book Two was not what they expected, going darker and deeper. They said they were given the book to a sci fi/fantasy editor that loved Tolkien, to get their opinion of it.
Because the initial "This could be like Harry Potter" wore off, I kind of felt like the axe would fall. They weren't quite sure about me now. And so I sat waiting, kind of expecting to be jilted the day before prom.
But alas, I heard good news. The editor loves the books!!!! Yipeeeeee. So at least I stopped feeling like I'm editing book four for nothing. They seem "okay" with the darkening. So now I'm just back to waitng for them to send me edits and I'm "HOPING" to see at least Book One in print this year.