So, I’ve been slogging along on my novel. Some days are great, and exciting…other days, not so much. And it occurred to me, finally, that I have reached that dreaded, terrible, boundary line in every project: when you hit the wall, and it stops being fun. Most authors go through this, but I feel as though I’ve plunked a little harder than usual. As in, my problem isn’t mere word-exhaustion.
I said, this morning, “I’ll have fun on the next book.”
And my partner-in-crime replied, “That’s terrible...
Published on February 02, 2013 05:13