The option of quitting has always bugged me. I hate to quit, hate to give up. It seems so wimpish and cowardly. But now I'm seriously considering it.
You see, a month ago I began a novel. The usual passion and uncontrollable spurts of ideas accompanied the creation of my outline, and perhaps the first 10,000 words. Now I'm 25,000 words in, and I'm not sure I have the passion or desire I need to carry me through the next 50,000 words. I really like what I've written, but I feel sort of dead. Sort of more inspired about other ideas. And I don't want to drag myself through the rest of this book if I continue to feel like this.
So, on quitting. If I move on to something else, are those 25,000 words a complete waste? Was this past month a complete waste? Am I a wimp and a coward for giving up?
And are stories of pirates cliche?
You see, a month ago I began a novel. The usual passion and uncontrollable spurts of ideas accompanied the creation of my outline, and perhaps the first 10,000 words. Now I'm 25,000 words in, and I'm not sure I have the passion or desire I need to carry me through the next 50,000 words. I really like what I've written, but I feel sort of dead. Sort of more inspired about other ideas. And I don't want to drag myself through the rest of this book if I continue to feel like this.
So, on quitting. If I move on to something else, are those 25,000 words a complete waste? Was this past month a complete waste? Am I a wimp and a coward for giving up?
And are stories of pirates cliche?
I know exactly how you feel. This year I accomplished one of my greatest dreams.........for the past 30 years I've tried to at least finish a novel. It took me almost six months (not including edits) but I did it. I'm as proud of myself as if I were a published author. In the meantime I've started three other novels, one at around 30,000 words, another around 15,000 and the one I'm working on now around 15,000. I still like the others, I'm just more committed presently to one. I won't even tell you the many, many other unfinished manuscripts that are stuffed throughout dressers in my house. When I die my kid will think I was crazy when she stumbles upon all those unfinished, handwritten pages stuffed here and there. Just put it away for a little while. If the spirit drives you somewhere else to write about another subject, go for it. Good luck.