Okay, so I went through a bad patch with Cannibal Hearts. To be honest, I was really despairing for a while. I tried to keep the worst of it out of this blog, because I try to be encouraging rather than discouraging here, but there was close to a month that I couldn’t write a damned thing.
Well, I broke through that, and since then I have been doing really well. I don’t know exactly how I did it, except that I let myself take the time off that I needed, and I kept telling myself that I would finish it… someday.
I think that’s part of the process, or part of my process, anyway. I go through creative spurts and then I run out of steam, I get exhausted. Writing is work, and I pushed myself pretty hard in January and February. Am I pushing myself again? I don’t know. Probably. I’m not doing it deliberately, but I’ve never been good at pacing myself.
Poets are sprinters, we burn bright and hot and we burn out. Writing a novel is more like a marathon. Here’s hoping my endurance improves.