I’ve been in super Edits Mode since November, and my brain is having trouble switching over. This is not unlike the time my aunt tried to teach me to drive her stick shift and I spent twenty minutes trying to drive up the street.
The mechanics of what she wanted me to do was clear; however, my execution sucked. Every time I tried to shift to the next gear, I stalled the car. Move a foot, jerk to a stop. Move two feet, jerk to a stop. That for twenty minutes before I gave up. For the record I didn’t even make it past the next neighbor’s house.
Don’t worry, the car analogy stops there. But I’ve been doing the writer equivalent of that since I turned in Light. Start a story, write a couple hundred word, jerk to a stop. Start a new story, same. Return to a WIP from before EditMania, same.
I’ve heard of the sophomore slump for tv shows and albums, but never in any writer circles. I will admit it: I’m struggling. It’s almost as if I feel that since I’ve been published, the rough drafts should be prettier and they are to an extent, but they are still not Light worthy.
It’s discouraging, but unlike the car incident, I’m determined to push through. There is no fuming co-pilot to point out where I’m going wrong. No incredulous crowd watching who can’t believe I’m doing so badly. And most importantly, as much as I hate it, there is the safety belt (!) of edits.
Sasha (who’s written 2k new words)