There comes a point in every book when the overall task seems daunting. I like to call it the Crap Point. I’ve started the book with the “Wow, this was an awesome idea” mindset. The first 10 chapters or so have come out decently. The mid-point looms ahead, just out of reach. “Wow” has changed to “crap.”
I’m now wondering how I’m ever going to finish it, let alone make it a good story. My plot seems thin. The characters are irritating the snot out of me. I start to think about killing them all off so I can be done with this horrible mess I’ve created.
But at this point, it’s too late to start over. I’m locked into a case of literary claustrophobia. I’m not going to finish. I’ll miss my deadline. My career is over.
Yes, this is the Crap Point. Everything on my pages feels like total crap. Enter my writing friends to remind me that I felt this was about every other book at almost the exact same point (around 30,000 words). They give me all kinds of sweet advice, like go to the gym, have a shower, take a day off and clear your head.
But what I really need to do is suck it up, stop whining, and get writing. Because writing is the only thing that’s going to get me out of this mess. Even if the first draft does suck as badly as I fear, the book will be revised numerous times. I must trust in my ability, my love of the craft, and my team of agent and editors who will point out any of the sucky parts that make it through my initial editing process.
So that is what I am doing today. I am sucking it up and applying butt to chair. I am keeping the faith.