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.

posted 9/15/09 at 2:11pm to Writing · 3 replies · permalink

You know what this script needs?

To be tossed into a fire.

But no. I will instead be spending the day (and likely the weekend, and a good part of next week) on the fifth set of notes on the fourth full rewrite of this fucking thing.

So, yay.

posted 7/10/09 at 8:56am to Writing · 0 replies · permalink

I am not a happy man right now.

posted 7/7/09 at 2:27pm to Uncategorized · 0 replies · permalink