Writing Sequels
The new book is almost done. First draft, that is. I haven't read it through since we started the thing months ago. I am afraid to. I have this really bad feeling that it is a heaping, stinking, fetid, rancid pile of crap. I dream about it now, this pile of crap, almost every night, like Richard Dreyfus in "Close Encounters." I wake up in a sweat over it. My only consolation is knowing that I feel this way with every book. And that I am not alone.
I have found on many established author's blogs, no matter how succesful they are, each new book not only offers a new set of challenges, but also brings up all kinds of fears and insecurities.
Ah, the joy of being a published author...
But the truth is, no matter how much writers complain, this what we love doing and wouldn't have it any other way.
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