They say that breaking up is hard to do
Now I know, I know that it's true
Don't say that this is the end
Instead of breaking up I wish that we were making up again...
You know things are bad when I've got Carptenters lyrics stuck in my head.
It's official. Or as official as these things ever are. Project Demo and I are breaking up.
My critique partner loves her. My Chicago writing group says they relate to her. And we went so far: I've got the skeleton of the entire plot in my head, a unique structure, a hysterical minor character. But I can't make this work. I'm just not into her.
And I finally came to the realization this weekend that if I'm not into her, writing a whole novel is going to be a long slog. Plus the voice will never feel right, alive. It's time to move on.
I could be really frustrated. I could dwell on how I've wasted a month of writing time. I am a little. But the sun's out. I've gained an extra hour due to day light savings. And you know that feeling when you make the right decision and all of a sudden you feel happy and free? Yeah.
Also I'm beginning to think about the novel I broke up with to work on Project Sparkle. Maybe that one is worth saving?
So it's not really a break up. We just need some time apart.
Have you ever broken up with a novel? How did it work out for you?
*I've shared author Christine Fletcher's blog post about leaving a novel before, but considering the occasion, it's really worth sharing again. Enjoy!*