So another week of solitude in Devon (read why here) and another attempt to get back into the writing.
This time though, I’ve hit a bit of a crisis.
When I began this second full-length novel (absolutely ages ago) I sort of knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted it to go. But, as often happens, when I came to write, it went off on a tangent and I’m not sure, at this point, how to get back on course. I’m not sure, anymore, exactly what this book is.
I do know that I’m not altogether happy with the direction it’s taken, or the way some of the characters have evolved. But 50,000 + words in, I’m a bit loath to start all over again.
So, do I give it all up as a bad job, or do I persevere and potentially waste more (precious) time?
The thought of ditching all that work, particularly as I find it so hard to fit in time for writing as it is, fills me with horror.
So where do I go from here?
Part of my issue is, I think, that I’m a great list-maker. I like to be organised and to have schedules and time tables and deadlines. And when, more often than not, I fail to reach those deadlines or stick to those schedules, it can feel like there’s no place left to go. And when a story, or an idea, or 50,000 words refuses to stick to my original idea, I find it hard to move on.
But 50,000 words is 50,000 words. I can’t and won’t ditch it all. I need instead to go back and read and read again, and evaluate every word, every twist, and every change in what I’ve written and try to get to the whys of it all. And perhaps too, I need to let go of that original idea of what the book was, and of what kind of writer I am.
I’m not starting again though.
So advice please, all you lovely writers out there – what would you do if you were me?