So there you are all entusiastic about your new novel, can't wait to get in all out on paper. Chapter One bursts onto the page like a water balloon all over your best friends head, so quick, with so much ease. And you feel a great sense of accomplishment(c'mon who doesn't like soaking their friend?).
Then for the lucky ones, Chapter Two drags on and on and on. You feel doubtful, you start to forget why you even started this crappy novel you are writing. Then for the damned, it just doesn't come at all. And when eventually you write even a paragraph, you do just give up.
We all know how it feels. You've plateaued. Big style.
Me, myself, have tried to write countless novels, none of which have ever gotten finished. In fact most of them didn't get past chapter two(I got to six or seven once, a proud day that was). Currently I'm doing pretty well.
A prolouge, chapter one, chapter two.
And as for chapter three...basically I have started to loose all enthusiasm for the goddamn thing. Looking back at what I've written...I'm thinking. Why? Why the hell did I write this?
Although I wouldn't consider my current venture a love story, chapter three is the "First Kiss" scene(as cliched as it sounds, its vital to the rest of the story). Thinking back to my first kiss, it left me giddy, smiling all the way through my next class(it happened at break just incase you wanted to know), and at first I thought wow this is going to be such an easy scene to write, and so fun too. Eh no.
I haven't even started writing it yet, and I hate it.
I'm thinking what is this tripe.
So what do I do?
Well I thought, I could just write say ten words a day. I just spent fourty minutes, sitting there with a pen and paper in hand, and the it wasn't that what I thought of was rubbish, and I could have just wrote it down anyway. The words just didn't come.
Everyone here must have felt this way, the hell that is just after Chapter One. What did you do? Share your experiences please.
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