I walke the line like Johnny Cash
Truth of it is: It’s almost 80 degrees in my room at midnight, and the humidity feels like 100%. Yesterday we had tornadoes, and I’ve had a long week. I haven’t written much in the past two weeks, making everything feel longer.
Whenever I think too much about getting published, its harder to write. The publishing aspect is terrifying and overwhelming, and it seems impossible. It’s like the more I learn, the more I realize I don’t know anything about writing a book.
And in the end, as much as I love my book, as well written as I think it is, how do I know if its actually good, if other people with read it? How can I know that? I have no experience with this sorta thing. I am very good at calling what’s going to be successful and what’s going to fail in the way of TV shows, movies, and music, so I guess I have an idea of what’s popular. But I can’t clearly see my work.
I’m always afraid that I’m a really, really bad author, and I just don’t’ know it.
I watched The Dark Knight twice today, instead of writing. It felt better somehow.
I think that’s part of what’s frustrating me right now. I want to write about someone like Christian Bale that kicks total ass. But I don’t know how to write that. My superhero story idea tanked (the execution is wrong) and I don’t know how to write a graphic novel. Someday, I’d really like to. That is, if I can ever get my regular novels off the ground.
Kalli really wants me to finish the third book in the My Blood Approves series, and I really should. I always would like to finish the second in the Switched series. Maybe I should just stick with one and force myself to finish it. I’ll prolly feel better then.