Ok. So it hasn’t stopped raining for five days and the blanket of gray cloud outside has somehow made its way inside and into my head.
I have been staring at the same page (page 156) of my story (aka The Masterpiece) for two straight days. I have rewritten entire chapters. I have changed one of (3) protagonists’ first name not once but three times and then reverted to the original name. I have killed one of my darling protagonists. I have included a Prologue. I have deleted the Prologue. I have introduced heavy artillery. I even exploded a bomb just for the heck of it. I have printed it out in order to crumple it up and tear it up into thirty three pieces because I am slightly OCD and because tearing up writing – especially bad writing – is excellent stress relief. Instead of telling I have been showing. One protagonist now sports a nervous tick; the other carries a switchblade. I have even (and this was a first for me) written biographies for each character because there is nothing worse than thin characterization and while this has been helpful I still feel the story is missing something…and no, it’s not missing structure. There is a beginning and there is a middle. And I’m stuck in it.
I recommended tea and cookies. If you have never had home baked peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies I highly recommend them as a cure-all….if you’re not diabetic or allergic to peanuts or gluten intolerant. Tea has always been my go- to problem solver. Everything just looks and feels better with a cup of tea. I am stepping away from the novel. It is a conscious decision. I am taking a vacation from The Masterpiece. I need to hear it call out my name. I need it to want me back. But I’m curious:
How about you? How do you go about falling in love with your novel again?