Sometimes when you’re writing you reach a point where you hate everything you written. Because come on, who are you trying to kid? It’s crap, we all know it, and no one would ever read it.
But then you get a little feedback that picks you right up. This was mine, tonight, from an old friend:
Throughout I often felt I knew that it was you who wrote it — much of the manner of thought and phrasing seemed familiar. I liked that.
Just the fact that he’d read my novel, read the whole thing when I know it isn’t his style of book – that meant a lot to me. And on that note, I’m going to finish my edits for chapter 5 tonight.
I’m going to finish.
I’m going to finish. :)