Reading back through my current novel-in-progress, I love what I have. I like my characters, and they reside in a fleshed-out world which I enjoyed inhabiting through writing. Notice the past tense: I haven't worked on it in more than a week. I've tried, and written perhaps a few hundred words, feeling lackluster and unenthusiastic all the while.
This happened in November with my NaNovel, which I completely lost interest in around 30,000 words and haven't touched since, even though the same things I said about my current novel-in-progress (Seagod) apply to it. I've finished novels in the past; I'm currently submitting one to agents, and have received a partial request based on a query.
But I just. Don't. Care. I feel lethargic and leaden at the keyboard. Writing fiction doesn't interest me, and I hope that someone else out there has experienced this same kind of awful feeling. Switching over to short stories or different projects has done nothing to help my apathy.
Has this happened to you? What did you do?
This happened in November with my NaNovel, which I completely lost interest in around 30,000 words and haven't touched since, even though the same things I said about my current novel-in-progress (Seagod) apply to it. I've finished novels in the past; I'm currently submitting one to agents, and have received a partial request based on a query.
But I just. Don't. Care. I feel lethargic and leaden at the keyboard. Writing fiction doesn't interest me, and I hope that someone else out there has experienced this same kind of awful feeling. Switching over to short stories or different projects has done nothing to help my apathy.
Has this happened to you? What did you do?