I stopped cold, abandoned the manuscript, and felt really, really sorry for myself.
A few weeks later, I started again with a different idea. The more I wrote, the more excited I got. I diligently studied the line I was targeting and carefully crafted my book just for it. I was certain I was on my way to the perfect book that would make the acquiring editor for that series leap from her chair, shouting “Where have you been all my career?” Then I saw it: “(insert the line I was targeting)
I stopped cold, abandoned the manuscript, and felt really, really sorry for myself. This time, I waited a long, long time before I started writing again.
But I finally did. I resurrected an old manuscript that I thought might have some promise. The more I read through it, the more excited I got. It did have promise! The characters were looking pretty darn good; the plot was on its way to being a viable entity; and the line I was targeting didn’t appear to be in danger of folding.
And then I saw it. I had volunteered to judge a contest, and when I opened up the first manuscript, there it was. My story. Oh I don’t mean the writer copied me. But the premise was the same as mine. The characters were uncannily similar. The setting was almost identical. And the worst thing was that this manuscript was light years better than my own.
After stopping cold, temporarily abandoning my manuscript and feeling really sorry for myself for a few hours, I decided to keep going on my book.
I don’t know what the rest of her book looks like. It may be incredibly fabulous. Or it may fall apart after this first fantastic chapter (but I really doubt it). I don’t know if it’s finished. She may never finish it. Or she may never submit it.
On the other hand, I may be over at the B&N romance rack someday, perusing the cover blurbs, and see it right there in front of me.
But that’s something I can’t control. The only way it can make me fall flat on my face is if I allow it to. And I have no intention of giving it that kind of power.
So there, you mean old stumbling block. Outta my way. I've got a book to finish.
How do you deal with the stumbling blocks that crash into your path and try to derail you from your writing journey?