A weird thing happens when you write a book (and I know this isn’t just me because I’ve read other authors say the same – of course, I can’t find the posts to show you*) and that is that, about halfway through, you decide the book you’re writing is absolute rubbish. Coincidentally, at around the same time, you come to the realisation that the idea you’ve had for a new, entirely different, book is MUCH better. That one wouldn’t give me so much trouble, you think. That one would be EASY to write. I should just scrap this one and write that one. But no. You shouldn’t. Or I shouldn’t. Because if you do do that, the same thing will happen with that book too. And then what you’ll have is a bunch of unfinished, dulled books and no lovely, finished, shiny ones.
That’s exactly what I did for probably the first ten years of writing. (I paused as a typed that because it can’t have really be ten years, can it? Why yes, yes it can. Gah.) And so I do have a bunch of half-written books that I’m not sure what to do with now. I would probably feel relieved/free if I just deleted them, but part of me wants to finish them just to prove I can.
But that wasn’t the point of this post. The point I wanted to make was that, when you finish a book, you then have to decide what to write next. And that is pretty much the best fun ever.
* I found some:
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