Does anyone else get the panic when someone asks you what the novel--the baby that you've been working on for at least a year--is about? You know this world, you know its characters and its plots, but finding the way to put it into the few words to best describe it feels impossible.
I have this a lot lately and I'm starting to worry that perhaps my plot is just too complicated, perhaps not enough happens in order to break it down into key words or phrases.
I have these doubts roughly every few weeks or so, sandwiched between bouts of "omg, this is brilliant, what was I even worrying about".
If I can't describe it. If I can't come up with an elevator pitch, is my novel not good enough? I feel I can never fully explain it or do it justice.
Also, how do you survive the self-doubt portions of your life?
Paper_Flower
I have this a lot lately and I'm starting to worry that perhaps my plot is just too complicated, perhaps not enough happens in order to break it down into key words or phrases.
I have these doubts roughly every few weeks or so, sandwiched between bouts of "omg, this is brilliant, what was I even worrying about".
If I can't describe it. If I can't come up with an elevator pitch, is my novel not good enough? I feel I can never fully explain it or do it justice.
Also, how do you survive the self-doubt portions of your life?
Paper_Flower