I don’t know what happened to me. I used to be the epitome of writing. Wrote constantly. Anything && everything I could. But now – not so much. I know I complain about writing a lot, but I promise this isn’t going to be thirty-three paragraphs about how I just can’t seem to write anymore.
Nope. Not in the least.
Today’s Complaint = I am in a reading rut!
(This also won’t be a thirty-two paragraph rant, either.)
I have tried a few different styles && a part of me thinks that is what may actually have put me in the rut. Sadly, I LOVE romance novels. Always have. The idea that someone could have the perfect relationship – the kind they want, anyway – makes me happy. Even if it’s between two fake people with fake families and fake friends. The thoughts came from a real person. So it counts somewhere.
Me? I love reading romance, any kinds. I love writing romance – all kinds. (No “smut”, though, I can’t seem to get through that without laughing at myself.) So no worries about getting the next 50 Shades of Grey.
Romance is my thing – has been since I could remember. I love every aspect of a good romance novel. But I like taking a romance novel and putting a horrible twist to it, so when the love reunites it’s even stronger than it ever was.
So I started my novel. I figured I could do whatever I wanted and put the characters through what I choose fitting. So November of 2012 I began my novel (“Frost”). Oh, boy, was I excited. The excitement is still there it’s just a tad burned out. Not because I don’t want to finish it, I do! Oh trust me, I want to finish it. But I guess my goals just didn’t add up and now I’m a little on the sad part.
What goals?
I decided, when I began writing again (around nineteen), that I wanted to be published by 30. That seems like a good amount of years to write a novel, send out manuscripts, and get someone to fall in love with my story.
The problem?
I’m a little under two months away from joining the 30’s Club &&& I still haven’t finished the novel. Yeah, no reason to reread that line – you read it correctly. I have been working on the novel for five years and I am still not finished.
Well, I have technically finished. I have been working on the corrections since 2015 when I finished the rough draft. But nope… still haven’t finished. So I made myself a new goal, that I am trying my hardest to keep – but I have moments where I can’t seem to keep my attention long enough to correct it.
I want to finish it completely by my 30th birthday. However, I honestly don’t see it happening, not because I don’t want to, but because it’s less than two months away and I’m still correcting chapter 11 out of… 24?
Am I up to twenty-three paragraphs yet?
I have faith, though, lots &&& lots of faith that I will finish the novel. When? I’m not 100% sure, but I know I will. Getting it published may be a different story. (Most companies, now, don’t take unsolicited manuscripts anymore.)
Anyhoo…
I’ll stop complaining now and go back to watching “Vampire Dairies” &&& playing Fallout Shelter on the PC. Yes, I do realize I should be editing (which is why most people know me as a procrastinator) but I’m not.
Go figure.
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