I finished the first draft of the novel last week, took a few days off to celebrate and now have started the rewriting.
This is the time when a lot of authors become uneasy, nervous or downright despondent.
They read what they've written and say to themselves, 'This sucks' or words to that effect.
Well, I'm no exception.
I've been going over a large chunk I gave to my writers group a couple of months ago and I HATE it. In fact, I wanted to burn the whole thing, jump on it, dance on it, shred it, eat it.
So, I grabbed a published novel--not my own, but rather one that garnered critical acclaim--and read a few pages throughout the book.
"Hey, this is good, but it's pretty much the same language as I use," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm being to hard on myself."
And so I go on. As Hemingway said, "The first draft of anything is shit'.