I’m having doubts this morning.
Today I told myself that I would officially begin my edits. Afterall, it’s very hard to publish a book that hasn’t been edited, or worked on besides the 30 days it took to write it. Unless you’re some genius, brilliant, perfect writer… and I’m not, so I NEED edits.
But I’m not feeling it. Perhaps it’s burnout from NaNoWriMo, I dunno.
I’m still worried about if it’s worth my time. Not writing in general, I’m ready for that journey, but what if the book itself is a flop? I know it needs a lot of work, a lot of smoothing out, deleting and filling in the blanks… but what if there’s no hope for the plot?
I suppose I won’t know until I get to work on it.
But I still have no motivation today. And I know that if I don’t make myself work on it, I’ll never work on it. Ask all four of my novels sitting in the back of my computer’s memory.
I’d personally rather wait for some brilliant writer to stumble on my blog, and then demand to read everything I ever wrote and then tell me exactly what to do. (I’ll make you lots of coffee and ice cream if you’re out there… please!) But I doubt that will be happening, and rambling on here is not going to help.
How do you find inspiration? How do you deal with a lack of motivation? Do you give yourself deadlines? Do you want to move into my house and be a drill Sargent for me?