The problem with being a writer – one of the problems with being a writer – is that you spend an inordinate amount of time on a single project. Think of it like being something akin to an IT Project Manager. In and out, all day every day, scope creep, everything working great in QA but not in Production mode, stakeholders making changes you don’t agree with etc etc etc. Pain in the ****
But in the beginning it was all so different. In the beginning there was excitement and a sense of joy at what you were about to create. There was a vision to follow and the feeling that nobody could do it better than you.
If there’s one thing I don’t want to be, it’s an IT Project Manager. It’s a bullet I’ve managed to dodge, mainly because someone came along out of the blue with big flashing “EXIT” sign and I jumped on the off ramp with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. But right now I can see the comparison.
I’ve been working on Chocolates on My Pillow (actually I’m still not sure I even like that title) for three years now. Oh, is that all? Seems like much longer. I want to finish it. Just get it over with. I want to hand it to my beta readers and then take a break while they immerse themselves in it. I want to do something new. I want a new project, a different story, something new to feel passionate about. A new stakeholder.
I currently have three different one in mind, but none of them can come in and get all the user stories down (I used to work with SCRUM) until the current project is finished. When I’m working on it, I love it. But I find that these days I really have to psyche myself up in order to work on it, and not suddenly decide it’s very urgent that I scrub the skirting boards with a tooth brush instead.
That’s not how it should be. But I think at some point it happens to us all, when we go round and round, draft after draft, comma after comma. We don’t need to push a rock up a hill all day to feel frustrated. We just need to edit another draft.
But I have to say I’m on the home stretch. Fifty pages more to edit and then I will send it off. I have to say that. My son has locked me out on the balcony and won’t let me in until I’m done.
Now that’s motivational!