I’m finally reading my novel again after 3 months away from it. And my feelings are…mixed. I’m quite fond of many parts. Other parts feel like they just aren’t conveying what I mean to say. So that’s putting me in a bit of a foul mood as I ponder how much more work I want to sink into this thing.
It doesn’t help that this has been a rough week. The 6-year-old came home from school sick on Wednesday, and sure enough, I had the same bug within hours. I spent the rest of Wednesday and Wednesday night battling it, and upon waking up Thursday morning, could barely pull myself out of bed. (The one upside of being unable to keep down even water? Seeing numbers on the scale I haven’t seen since before getting pregnant with my third kid. But I digress).
I figure the illness has something to do with the dark light I’m casting on this project, so perhaps the edits will appear clear soon.
Or I’ll hire a book doctor.
But one way or the other I’ll probably muster up the motivation to take another stab at it. I think. How do you motivate yourself to take another hack at something you’ve been working on for a long time?