Today, I sent an email to a writer pal. She said I should make it into a blog post. Since I’m currently banging my head against the wall trying to write the last half of Hedi Untitled Book #2, I’m just going to give it to you, pretty much the way it was sent. She said I could. She also said, “Deep breaths, one page at a time. You can do this.” I’m holding her to that.
To: Kristen Painter
Subject: Tell me about…
How horrible it was to write the 2nd book…
Did you feel like:
1) You were a fraud.
2) You were writing garbage.
3) Your book was potentially crap, and no one including your sister (who’s inclined to be biased) will find it enjoyable.
4) You’re beginning to hate writing, because of points 1-3.
5) That, despite the fact you have 75K and five months left on the deadline, you’re still going to submit late because everything is crap, and it’s going to take you fifteen years to make it better, or at least as good as that first book they’re all excited about. And then you’ll have no career because you’re late, or you’ve submitted a book that is substandard to the book you hooked them with.
6) OMG. What’s up with your writing? Where you always this slow? No, surely you’re much slower now? Or were you? You can’t remember. You should remember. Possibly this is the first signs of Alzheimer’s.
7) Why didn’t you write books 1-3 and then find a buyer. Why? Why?