So one corner of my living room is littered with unfinished strories, false starts, and useles scribblings. I had something to say, sonething dying to get out and I tried to approach it from different ways. I would always get to a certain point and either be unsatisfied with what I had written or eager to move on to a new project. Finally, I just said to hell with it. I'm going to write about everything I ever wanted to and make it into one book. I call it my kitchen sink book because everything is in there but...you get the idea. I started it about a week ago and haven't looked back and am experiencing the best writing experience I've ever had.
That sounds pretty similar to myself. I recently decided I was just going to focus on one project right now and went with it. Since then I haven't been able to think about much else. It was kinda like the definite decision helped. Kudos to you. Good luck on that.
I experience this myself. I would start one then something would draw me away and a new idea would form. Now i simply write down the idea, sometimes the details, and then return to my main novel. It works wonders since i am nearly done with my first full size novel. Good luck to both of you.
It's amazing what these little decisions do for focus. Same problem here, until I finally just decided on one course of action, and made the decision final. Now I feel on track.
If I really like it and am proud of it I suppose it can't hurt to try and get it published. To be a published novelist, that's the dream.
Is this what happened? I thought she decided to start being whimsical with her writing, which is a 'decision' in much the same way giving up is a decision, only in reverse. "Well, screw it! I'll just write EVERYTHING!" She kinda stopped holding herself back. At least, that's what I got out of it. And I say 'she,' but I don't even know if he's a boy or a girl.
