It's been awhile...
Sunday, February 22, 2009 by Eden Stone
Wow. It's been almost a year since I've updated this. That's really bad. What is it about life that sucks us in and makes us hyper-focus on certain things while others get pushed to the background, no matter how well intentioned we are to see them through?
Anyway, I'm still writing. Of course. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop, but no matter how much I want to get this story done, I can't get it to feel right. Yes, I am still working on Mica and Emma, and thanks to Christine Feehan's Dark Prince I have done some reworking of the world my characters live in. For two years, these characters have been all I've thought about, and I know them inside and out. I know everything about them, can hear their thoughts almost as clearly as my own--and yet the story refuses to write itself. I have no idea where I am going wrong, or how to fix my writing slump. I LOVE writing. I do, I love it, but I think--and this is the insecure author in me talking--that I am suffering from writer's doubt. Am I capable of bringing this story to life? Can I make readers love these two as much as I do? What if I can't?
Or maybe I am over-thinking this. It is a definite possibility, but the honest truth is that this story will not get done if I don't write it. So I will finish it, and if it's not perfect, I will keep taking it apart and putting it back together until it is.
Take care,
Eden
Anyway, I'm still writing. Of course. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop, but no matter how much I want to get this story done, I can't get it to feel right. Yes, I am still working on Mica and Emma, and thanks to Christine Feehan's Dark Prince I have done some reworking of the world my characters live in. For two years, these characters have been all I've thought about, and I know them inside and out. I know everything about them, can hear their thoughts almost as clearly as my own--and yet the story refuses to write itself. I have no idea where I am going wrong, or how to fix my writing slump. I LOVE writing. I do, I love it, but I think--and this is the insecure author in me talking--that I am suffering from writer's doubt. Am I capable of bringing this story to life? Can I make readers love these two as much as I do? What if I can't?
Or maybe I am over-thinking this. It is a definite possibility, but the honest truth is that this story will not get done if I don't write it. So I will finish it, and if it's not perfect, I will keep taking it apart and putting it back together until it is.
Take care,
Eden
