I’m having a “My writing stinks” kind of a day. Every project I currently have in the works looks lame. My completed projects still look alright, so it isn’t as bad as it could be. I guess I just look at the unfinished work and don’t know how to fix it. Not only am I unsure how to fix it, but I can’t find any enthusiasm for doing so. And yet in this same time frame I’ve written three times as many blog entries as I usually do. Some of them felt pretty good too. Of course even the ones that seemed good garnered little response. So perhaps they weren’t as good as I though they were. Perhaps they just mean something to me and I need to be content with that.
I’m starting to doubt that I can pull off my intended middle-grade novel. I’m confident that I can push it through to completion, but I just don’t know that it will be worth reading when I am done. Supposedly the book is just to help Link deal with issues, but that focus seems scattered. I don’t know how to put the necessary threads where they need to be. I don’t know if it will mean anything to him. I want it to mean something to him, but I don’t know that it will. I’ve got two chapters done. I was supposed to finish Chapter 3 this week, but I haven’t even started it. This week was really busy, which is a good excuse, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time I open the file I have no clue what to write next. Writer’s block. urgh. I guess it is more accurate to say that while I know what comes next, I can’t make myself care. And if I don’t care, that comes through in the writing.
I should probably read the first two chapters to Link to see if he cares. If he doesn’t, then I should probably pack it away for awhile and let it go.