Last week, I had a crisis of confidence. I suppose it had to happen, but I also sincerely hope never to have another. But now that I’ve survived it, I’m ready to embrace my understanding of storycraft. I won’t say that I’ve mastered storycraft, because I believe that I – or any other author – never will. Instead, we get closer and closer to the line of mastery, and like the illusive rainbow, we find it just a little further away.
I also celebrate that rewriting is the crucible where books are born. I love piecing story together for a suspenseful tale. This time, I’m in such a hurry to get to rewriting, that I may be short-changing the first draft. I have to develop the patience to allow the words to flow – no editing allowed.
Confidence. Patience. My companions along the road to the end of this new story – to the beginning of the next. Maybe I should be the passenger and allow them to take turns driving. Hmmm, that’s a thought…
While you cry you that why is it’s done to me and you know the reason but while you can’t feel.it because crying the step that clear your bad think out side ….