I’m back to work on my WIP and it is progressing. Why then do I find it so hard sometimes to make the words read in a fashion that would make folks want to devour them, all of them? I think one of the worst things that could happen for a writer is to have someone pick up their novel, read a few pages and put it down. There are few books in my life that I’ve read where I ended up skipping to the end because I couldn’t force myself to slog through the either terrible story, horrible writing, or it just wasn’t my cup of tea. In my youth I would force myself to finish a book even though I didn’t like it just on principle. But as I’ve grown older I find I don’t have time to waste on bad or uninteresting books.
For me the ultimate criticism is to have someone never finish reading my novel. I’m sure there are people out there who have done just that, and the thought makes me cringe, and drives me to make this work in progress to be so much better. I know (intellectually) that I can’t please everyone; that my writing/stories are not for everyone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t WANT everyone to like them.
So my dilemma this month is to fight my apprehension, my fear of not enough people liking the way I write or the stories I tell, and just get on with it. Though some days it’s a struggle, it’s crazy hard, I’m sticking my chin out and keeping my butt in the chair and my fingers on the keyboard. Hope you are too…