Sophomore effort
Your first novel is fueled by passion for your craft, belief in your talent as a storyteller, a fire that burns in your belly, a head full of imaginary people speaking to you, millions of collapsing waveforms of narrative possibility, and entire days that pass like mere minutes. Not to mention liberal doses of caffeine, adrenaline, sugar, alcohol, and endorphins.
Your second novel is hampered by crippling doubt, self-loathing, a paralyzing fear of failure, a head full of imaginary people screaming at you, hundreds of words of uninspired narrative dross, and minutes that pass like entire days. Not to mention excessive doses of caffeine, alcohol, and empty carbohydrates.
Sounds like you need more sugar.
Sep 15, 2009 at 2:39pmHmm. My experience of writing my first novel fits much better into the second category, so I’m really hoping my second novel, quid pro quo, will be like the first you describe here.
I very much doubt it though. It’ll probably just end up eating me alive, spitting me out and dancing on my grave.
Happy days!
Sep 16, 2009 at 5:47am