They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but it can also make us look at things with a clearer eye. Like with writing. (Did you forget I write? Yeah, I almost did too.)
I’ve been in the editing stage of my third draft since, oh… January, and while I’ve made a few half-hearted attempts to get back into it, I’ve really struggled. Friends keep assuring me I’ve had a lot going on and it’s understandable, but a lot of people have a lot going on and I haven’t wanted to use that excuse. (I feel like I’ve said all this in another post…)
Anyway, last weekend I finally tackled the chapter that’s been haunting me. A beta reader pointed out a police procedural thing that I hadn’t taken into account and that required me to pretty much rewrite an entire chapter. It’s been on my mind since Christmas and I finally sorted out how to fix it a couple weeks ago, and yet I still couldn’t get myself to sit down and write it. When the opening paragraphs started writing themselves in my head, I decided to finally sit down and just start.
2500 words later, I had my new chapter. I reread it this weekend and I’m really happy with how it turned out. I’m hoping that this will give me the momentum I need to finish this draft (I’m still only on page 40 of 330+) now that I’m not so afraid of the rewrites. I’ve hated spending so much time away from my wip, but clearly I needed the distance to see my work in a fresh light. Seems all that advice may be right after all.
For you writers, have you had times like this where it took months to get over yourself and just do the work? Care to share a particular instance or scene that nearly made you throw in the towel or move onto something else?