I don't know how to explain it. For about a month, I have been planning. I've been researching like mad and getting ot know my characters. I have been so, so excited about this novel and even had to begin writing it before November because I was so excited about it! It was just growing and growing inside me until I felt like I was going to burst, and the only way to save myself was to begin writing. So I did. Not much. I have a few thousand words, and I'm pretty proud of what I have.
But for some reason, as I was sitting at work today contemplating whipping out my WIP and writing some more, this depression came over me. This voice that said it's not good enough. This voice that wondered how I'm ever going to turn my idea into a full length novel.
This has never happened! I have 2 completed manuscripts (and sadly no representation), but never once while I was writing them did I ever doubt myself. I mean, sure I doubted that I would find an agent (and guess what? I was right!). I've read other people's WIPs and doubted that I could ever match up. I've read other published novels and wished I could be half as good.
But I always knew I'd finish the manuscript. I just kept writing, and the words flowed from me without any problems. Well, maybe a pause here and there as I tried to determine the correct transitions. But...not like this.
What's wrong with me? Has anyone else experienced this?
But for some reason, as I was sitting at work today contemplating whipping out my WIP and writing some more, this depression came over me. This voice that said it's not good enough. This voice that wondered how I'm ever going to turn my idea into a full length novel.
This has never happened! I have 2 completed manuscripts (and sadly no representation), but never once while I was writing them did I ever doubt myself. I mean, sure I doubted that I would find an agent (and guess what? I was right!). I've read other people's WIPs and doubted that I could ever match up. I've read other published novels and wished I could be half as good.
But I always knew I'd finish the manuscript. I just kept writing, and the words flowed from me without any problems. Well, maybe a pause here and there as I tried to determine the correct transitions. But...not like this.
What's wrong with me? Has anyone else experienced this?
