Various crossings out
I seem to have the same problem after finishing a novel- I can’t write. I put a pen to paper and scribble down a few lines, only to sigh and cross out what I’ve written. Does anyone else experience this? I have to admit that I haven’t attempted to write another book, it’s far too soon, as I only finished “The Defeatist” just over a month ago. I normally enjoy writing poetry, but even that won’t come to me. It looks like I’ll have to stick to reading for the time being.
-What do you do in between writing novels?
“Sometimes you don’t realise the mess you’ve made until you hit rock bottom. My life is a car crash, and the only person I can blame is myself. I was the reason that my parents broke up, and I ruined my own chances of happiness. I’m not proud of what I’ve done, and worst of all I hate the person I’ve become. My name is Jude Reed, and when I arrived, I was helpless and alone.
Then I met Tiffany and everything changed.”
It’s strange; my current attitude about my writing seems to be echoing that of my latest character, Jude (the protagonist in my novel, “The Defeatist.”) Jude has a negative outlook on life due to various reasons, until he finds Tiffany, a high-spirited young woman who seems to take each day in her stride. Initially, he finds her annoying, until he learns more about her difficult past. It’s a tale of relationships, friendship and second chances. You can buy it on Amazon for a small donation of £1. I’d really appreciate any reviews on Amazon. http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00WEIF1ZK
So what now?
In the last month, I’ve read more than I have all year. One particular novel that caught my eye was ‘The Girl Inbetween’ by Laekan Zea Kemp. It’s one of the most fascinating things I have read. It follows the story of a KLS sufferer called Bryn. I won’t give too much away, because I plan to write an Amazon review once I’m finished. I will say that it’s superbly written, and well worth a read : http://www.amazon.co.uk/Girl-Between-Laekan-Zea-Kemp-ebook/dp/B00NQL0LRC
-Hopefully, in time my imaginary friends will start talking to me again.
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