Oh my God! My WIP – Guns of Perdition – is finally finished!
And it only took 3-something years!
Ok, I’ll admit it. If I realised it was only going to take me a solid day of writing to get the damn thing finished, I’d have done it last year. But I didn’t.
Now, I could say that’s because I couldn’t find a day to do it, but you know, and I know, that’s just bull.
It’s because I was – am – terrified of what must come next. I have to let someone read it. I’ve been writing this thing for so long that it has consumed my creative energy. If it turns out it’s a big steaming pile of horse plop, I will be utterly gutted. And because I’ve been so consumed for so long, I’m too close to know if it is a big pile of horse plop.
Oh sure, I’ve got to edit the sucker first (including an ending rewrite thanks to my tired brain slipping in a deus ex machina move), but as I’ve been doing that as I go (yes I know, that’s a no-no) it’s not such a massive task. Plus, I’m one of the only people who enjoys editing so I’m quite keen to crack into it. Plus I have lots of holidays coming up with the good opportunity within them to edit, so win, win, win.
But… someone still has to read it.
Here’s the thing. Whilst I love writing, and harbour a secret dream to one day become the next Stephen King, I am a delicate flower who can’t take criticism. At all. Even the nicest, accurate criticism still has the ability to make me wilt and crumble. It’s part of being an INFJ I think.
So dear friends… what should I do? Edit this beast then put it aside and move on to the next great adventure? Or edit it, then send it to beta readers and agents and try to get it out there. On the one hand, no crushed dreams! On the other hand, no realised dreams…