I wrote the first draft of this beast over six days back in February.
It’s now the beginning of April and I’m still pushing at it. Bit by bit.
Thing is, I could be done by now. I could have revised and published it. The problem was that I realized it could be better. Way better.
There is always a tension between getting it done and shipping, and making it perfect and shipping. I’m trying to hit the sweet spot in between.
There have been days I’ve considered binning the whole thing (yeah, I said binning because it’s fun to say that as if I’m a Brit or something). But then my wife read the first five chapters and responded with enthusiasm.
I’m pressing forward, even while feeling quite ill for the past five days. Today I set out to murder a particularly lovely darling. The result? Two brand new chapters. I can’t speak for other creatives, but sometimes it takes time.
In the end, I don’t want to put out a novel I wouldn’t want to read. So I’m doing my best to make it awesome.
I’ve moved the progress bar to 15%!