To say that writing a novel has been a roller coaster is an understatement. After all, regardless how intense a roller coaster is, you usually get off within minutes. I’ve been on this ride for quite some time. I began working on my novel in January, imagining I’d finish it in record time. Ha! Joke’s on me! And that’s not even when this ride began, because before an author starts to pen a novel, the concept has to be there, and for me, it was, sort of, but not entirely. I just figured it would come only if I started writing – and holy moly! It did.
As I approach the grand finale – which is really just the start of this process called getting published – I’ve contemplated the bumps in the road, including a laptop that decided to malfunction, only to return to normal after I frustratingly opened it up to figure out what in the world was wrong. (Note: I was unable to remove the battery as I originally planned, and I was too afraid to try anything else, so all I did was blow into the fan because it looked pretty dusty. If you need tech assistance, I’m your woman!)
Lately, I’ve been comparing the process of writing a novel to the process of getting in shape. If I went to the gym only when I felt like it, well, let’s just say the progress I’ve noticed would be nonexistent. The same is true for novel writing – had I waited for the magical feeling, I wouldn’t be about to put the finishing touches on my greatest dream. So, when I don’t feel like writing, I write anyways. Then, because this is my passion, the feeling always finds me, just like it does at the gym every time I begin cardio.
What happens when you don’t feel like writing? What do you do?