This business of becoming a plotter is–well, tedious. I can see how it works, but I’m not used to having to think before I start writing. Usually I start typing and then the thoughts flow from my head to my fingertips.
The other day I was happily writing away when I realized I had a little mix-up in the time line.
Well, okay, a very big mix-up. I finally got out a calendar and figured out what should happen when so the characters don’t meet themselves coming and going. Should have done that before I started, but next time I will know.
All this preparation before you get to the good stuff, sigh.
I did start to wonder why I bother, though. Mid-week I got a rejection. I’m used to that and have developed a thick skin. But this rejection had a comment: “It was okay but not a favorite.”
Talk about damned by faint praise!
I went through the usual self-pity dance of how I should really find some other way to waste my time and why do I bother and no one will ever read my books…
…for about five minutes. Then I got back to work.
So one person didn’t like my book. So what. Maybe someone else will. Maybe someone will love my next book.
But I won’t know unless I finish it and send it out.
I never was an overconfident person. But I don’t think I’m deluding myself, either. I truly believe there is an audience out there who will read what I have to offer, and what’s more, like it.
If I didn’t believe that, I’d be knitting.
An activity that also means having a pattern and following directions.