We all do it, working chapter by chapter isn’t easy.
It’s a lot of work and every once in awhile you slip, say something you didn’t mean (or did mean, Shh, we won’t tell if you don’t) Those who say they don’t are LYING.
Clearly we can leave those folks in denial, but for the rest of you, hear me out.
I’ll write my first draft, walk away feeling full of life, picking dandelions in the fields (they’re sort of flowers after all) having that glass of wine to celebrate.
Then reality strikes. So many things to revise… ahem, I mean rewrite. You’re angry, it isn’t fair. No one told you that you had to first WRITE the book and then REWRITE the book and then REVISE like a GAZILLION more times.
You walk away not only feeling like DEATH but looking like it too, leaving your men and babies to feed themselves, not shaving your legs even though you know you should. You end up back in the field of flowers and rip the dandelions out of the field, they’re IMPOSTERS, not real flowers, and have a BOTTLE of wine to drown away your sorrows.
That’s when it happens.
You talk about them.
Your REAGO (see Candyland) appears: You tell all your friends your MC sucks (who could give a crap; they don’t even READ books, let alone understand how to write them).
Leaving, feeling completely defeated you go home, ignore your husband and go straight for the scent of real food (seeing as that bottle of wine sort of did you in). Grab that bowl of soup and sit at the computer.
Your TWEEGO (see Candyland) self pops up and twitter and facebook is where you drown your sorrows, #stupidnovelsucks #nomorewineinhouse hoping at least ONE person clicks LIKE just to show that you aren’t alone.
Still not satisfied with talking trash about your WiP you hit your last option.
Your BLEGO (see Candyland) self runs to blogger to leave short post:
MY MAIN CHARACTER BLOWS, THEY RUINED MY WHOLE STORY WITH THEIR DUMB PLOT IDEA.
You know your blogger buddies will share their stories and make it all better so tomorrow you are not so awful to be around.
MORAL of the story: The more you talk about your MC and your WiP, the longer you DON’T shave your legs, your MC IGNORES you, your friends and family AVOID you and your blogger community TIRES of you. Get your ASS back in that chair, grab a cookie and make it BETTER.