This past weekend, instead of doing anything remotely sane like sleeping or drinking lots of water to fight off the bloat or preparing meals of nutritional significance for my children? I decided to finish the sequel to Meeting Mr. Wrong.
It was the hardest thing I've ever written in my life.
I'm pretty sure it sucks.
I'm sad about a lot of things all over again.
To be fair:
I was writing about the hardest time of my life.
I always think every single thing I write sucks.
It's okay to be sad.
Still. Sweet Fancy Moses, that was rough.
Yay for finishing! Is that the hard(est) part of writing your books? Hopefully now that it is on "paper" you can edit and rework it without getting sad all over again.
Personally, I can't wait to read it, suckage or no. Much, love hon!
I'm so happy!!!! I absolutely loved the first one and can't wait to read the sequel!
I bet it does not suck. That kind of struggle usually produces quality--if it was easy, then it might have sucked
Well. Wow. I stand behind you. love, V
Writing is such an insanely hard thing at times. Makes me wonder what was meant by the phrase "writing for pleasure". Hope you're feeling better soon.
But don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment? I am certain it doesn't suck. And yes, it is ok to be sad - just don't wallow there.
Can't wait to read it!
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