It's been a weird few weeks since I've written anything here. In fact, I haven't written much of anything. As you know if you've kept up with me, I finished my first novel a couple of months ago. I had two of my favorite people read it and give my their thoughts. Everything was positive and I was gung ho to make some revisions and send it on to more readers. In the meantime, something happened that brought it all to a grinding halt. I lost my confidence. Suddenly it all seemed so juvenile and I wondered what to do with it.
I've been told that the revisions process can be exciting and isn't as hard as the actual writing of the first draft. I'm finding the opposite to be true, but there may be a reason for that. The little critic who lives inside of me is also a perfectionist. When I wrote the first draft I gave myself permission to let it go where the story needed to take me. Now with the revisions, we find out if I'm a real writer. This scares me.
I tell myself that anyone can write, but it takes a real writer to make something worthy of publishing. Do I have what it takes? I thought so. Now, I'm feeling less sure. I guess the only way to find out is to keep going at it and see what happens.