Writing a novel isn't a short sprint. Sometimes it's absolutely exhausting. Sometimes the finish line is so far away it's not even visible.
Lately I've been overwhelmed by how much is wrong with Project Demo. I don't have an ending written yet. I hate my beginning. My main character's voice isn't fully fleshed out. And I'm not sure how to tackle any of these problems, let alone fix them. I don't even know which problem to start with.
But I have been in this position before.
My tutor, Julia Green, once said it's for this reason that she saves all of her old journals. Not only can she look at her published books sitting on the shelf, but also at the journals she used when writing them. She can see all of her fears, her agony. But she can also see how she solved her problems, finished the books.
Well, I don't have any published books, but I can look back too, perhaps even more efficiently. Blogger archives all my old posts.
So this week I've been reading Revision the hard way about how tricky true revision can be, and Revision woes where I tried to figure out how to end Project Sparkle. My favorite find has been Facing down fear, where I wrote about how sometimes even starting work is overwhelming because I'm so afraid of how bad my writing is. Today's post begins with the same image, a photograph I took of a St George and the dragon statue in Stockholm.
It's good to remember. And good to read my other posts, where I celebrated finishing Project Sparkle and how much I loved it.
So back to work. Bird by bird.