I've been away from my laptop for the last few days, I've been reading and living life. Weird.
Last week I finished my first draft of Penny and Hank. You know that blissful feeling of accomplishment? That rush of a job completed? The ability to cross something off your to do list?
That buzz latest less then five minutes for me.
By the time I drove from the library, where I was writing, to my front door, the thrill had vanished.
My next thought was "this is going to be a bitch to revise."
It will be. There was at least 5-10 spelling mistakes on every page, I left words out of sentences, typed the wrong word but spell check won't catch them. That's the little stuff, there's big issues too, like the overall tone of the book, character development, word choice. Blah blah blah.
I hung my head an thought, I don't know if I can handle this book for another three years.
So I vowed to not look at it for the rest of the summer.
I'm doing a reading binge, focusing on my daughter and getting ready for our trip to Boston!
When I get home I'll revise No System At All.
When I drove to pick my daughter up from daycare, I had to force myself to get happy and proud. I listened to Glee, because as much as I love Alt rock- I dig show tunes too, and tried to get myself pumped up.
So writers, does writers' remorse ever set in for you?