On days like these I'm glad to have this blog to vent on. I'm unsure if it is the change in weather, or the fact that I've spent the last nine months writing my novel, but I am feeling soooooo burnt out. Don't get me wrong, I am happy with the direction my book is taking, the chapters seem to flow, I've covered my research, blah, blah, blah. I think I'm just plain tired of writing. In an effort to give myself a break from the monotony, I took Monday and Tuesday off and spent time with friends. We had lunch one day and shopped the other. However, when I awoke this morning, those old feelings of dread and disillusionment still haunted me.
I decided to work through my malaise and write. Although I completed four pages today, the accomplishment has brought me little to no satisfaction. I think I'm feeling this way because I just want to be done with my novel. Will I ever write the words “The End?” Yeah, I know, each chapter that I complete brings me closer to concluding my book, but it's the details that kill me. For example, one of the four pages I completed today, described the interior and exterior of a Mexican restaurant, where my heroine met her family for lunch. You must have this stuff...The reader needs to see what I'm seeing, but still, there are days I just want to pull my hair out. Have any of you ever experienced these feelings????? If so, I'd like to hear about it.
Time to close this ill-written post filled with nothing but whining and droning over my book (I didn’t proof read this one, so please forgive me if there are typos or misspelled words). Hopefully, my next communication will be more upbeat. It should be, as I only have about ten more pages to go before moving to the next chapter. Then, the fun resumes, someone important is going to be murdered :)