I have been having a lot of trouble with my writing in recent weeks. I fell back into depression in a way I haven’t in two or three years. I struggled with this ‘failure’ for two weeks before it seemed to fade back into the background. I can still feel it there, but there’s nothing I can do about it except keep moving forward. I did not make my specific measurable result for last week.
This, of course, didn’t make my writing any easier. You may have noticed my posts have been short. I’m just embarrassed about not making any headway. I spent a week looking again into story structure, having a call with my mentor and then spending two hours of a six hour car ride talking through my story with my husband on the way to my sister-in-law’s wedding.
The first half of the book is actually good, according to structure, I just need to add in some foreshadowing, character development, and detail/description.
Then I went through what I had outlined for the second half of the book, and my husband shot down the scenes that didn’t matter, condense others into shorter scenes, and then plan out the final fight. All-in-all my ideas weren’t bad, I just needed someone who wasn’t myself to tell me when I was putting in unnecessary stuff.
Right now, however, I have very little confidence in my ability to actually write out the second half of the book. I’m drained right now from my second weekend in a row without a chance to unwind and I have a horse show this coming weekend. I’m not going to expect anything of myself this week. I need to get back to being okay with who I am again, because I haven’t been for weeks.
