mantonrichards
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Today, part 5 of my ongoing story was publish. The previous 4 parts, each around 19-20k words were written relatively quickly, around a week or two for each, with perhaps another few days of editing on top of that.
This last part took me MONTHS. I have no explanation why, as I'm just as passionate about the story and haven't yet run out of ideas. At times it has seemed like I'm having to squeeze each word out, and I've been lucky to complete a sentence each day. And all along I've been busily pruning and shaping, never satisfied with the wording. I'd about convinced myself that what I was writing was going to bomb; a dud; a turkey. As I read and re-read the draft I started to hate it, and became ever the perfectionist. Now that it is out an appears (though early days) to have a reasonable reception, I've read it myself and am actually very pleased with it.
Now part 6 is magically writing itself, the words flying out of my brain at warp speed, and I've literally written a third of it in a day, which only a week ago would have seemed impossible.
For clarity, I didn't beat myself up about the slow progress that I was having for months, as I accept that it is inevitable for all authors. I'm just curious if anyone has any insights into why the process stalls and miraculously starts again. Is it possible to have too high an expectation of ones own work? And is the quality of the final product often a surprise to others?
This last part took me MONTHS. I have no explanation why, as I'm just as passionate about the story and haven't yet run out of ideas. At times it has seemed like I'm having to squeeze each word out, and I've been lucky to complete a sentence each day. And all along I've been busily pruning and shaping, never satisfied with the wording. I'd about convinced myself that what I was writing was going to bomb; a dud; a turkey. As I read and re-read the draft I started to hate it, and became ever the perfectionist. Now that it is out an appears (though early days) to have a reasonable reception, I've read it myself and am actually very pleased with it.
Now part 6 is magically writing itself, the words flying out of my brain at warp speed, and I've literally written a third of it in a day, which only a week ago would have seemed impossible.
For clarity, I didn't beat myself up about the slow progress that I was having for months, as I accept that it is inevitable for all authors. I'm just curious if anyone has any insights into why the process stalls and miraculously starts again. Is it possible to have too high an expectation of ones own work? And is the quality of the final product often a surprise to others?