I'm only 17, almost 18 (cigarettes and smut yay), and I can't say I've ever actually finished a novel. It's always 'write a huge chunk until I think of something better, something that will totally rule and there's no way I can drop it'.
Although it does make good practice, I would like to finish something. I think my tendency to grab at the next shiny thing comes with familiarity with my MC and all the characters in general.
When I start something new, it's driven with a passion for the character, to see where he will go and who he will become.
But after a while, it seems as if I become too familiar with the character. Although I might enjoy new aspects of a character, isn't consistency important?
I would like to take a break from the story, but when I do I find myself thinking about it. And when I sit down to write, I can't think of anything or conjure any inspiration.
I worry that I lack what it takes to be a writer. If I can run out of dedication so easily, despite my love for it, can I really do it? Trudging on doesn't seem right--this is mine and I should have fun.
Is this a case of 'familiarity breeds contempt', or am I just not seeing something here?
Hell, maybe writing is like relationships and I'm just terrified of intimacy.
Although it does make good practice, I would like to finish something. I think my tendency to grab at the next shiny thing comes with familiarity with my MC and all the characters in general.
When I start something new, it's driven with a passion for the character, to see where he will go and who he will become.
But after a while, it seems as if I become too familiar with the character. Although I might enjoy new aspects of a character, isn't consistency important?
I would like to take a break from the story, but when I do I find myself thinking about it. And when I sit down to write, I can't think of anything or conjure any inspiration.
I worry that I lack what it takes to be a writer. If I can run out of dedication so easily, despite my love for it, can I really do it? Trudging on doesn't seem right--this is mine and I should have fun.
Is this a case of 'familiarity breeds contempt', or am I just not seeing something here?
Hell, maybe writing is like relationships and I'm just terrified of intimacy.