The Art of Perfection

I started working on my novel this evening when I decided to just hit the little x on Word and say nighty night. I didn’t save anything I wrote, I just got frustrated and clicked. Nothing seemed worded correctly. I couldn’t make the worlds flow the way I wanted. I feel like there is a character missing but I can’t put my finger on it. I want the depth and horror inside of my novel to break through its chains and ooze through the pages like molasses.

My novel takes place is Western Washington. Scientists discover that the sun is going to burn out, so they build a biodome to house as many people as possible. I’m currently on chapter 6. Chapter 6 seemed to come too quickly. As I read the my favorite Stephen King novels I become completely immersed in his characters. By the end of his novels I know how they smell, think, and the pattern of their heart beat. I can feel their blood flowing through my veins. If I become half of the author he is one day I will feel successful. I’m refusing to force my novel, but at the same time I want to get more done. The words have to come to me. One day I’ll learn the art of perfection… or maybe I won’t. We’re our own worst critic right? While I’m sitting here wishing I was as good as the King, he sees all of his own flaws.

Tomorrow is another day.