I don't know about you but I feel like January just started- yet my calendar says it's the first Wednesday of the month of February and it's time for another IWSG post! Yikes. Time is just whizzing by in my personal life. With respect to my writing, not so much.
I've entered the revision cave. And hit a wall. Revising. Um, yeah, not my strong point. Although I have made some progress (far beyond where I've ever gone in the past) it's only because of the support of some really amazing CPs and Betas. They are patient, kind and have helped me tremendously already. They have been nothing short of wonderful. Somehow, these ladies actually admit to liking my story and where it's going. Overall, their critiques have been very positive. This giant stall, my friends, has nothing to do with them. Nope. Once again, it's all ME.
As soon as I get inside that revision cave, my insecurities go berserker and I begin to seriously doubt my ability to write. I know, I know, I'm the world's worst broken record. I keep repeating the same old tired song, over and over again. I can't seem to help myself. Because as soon as I look back, I start tearing myself and my story apart. All of a sudden, everything I liked about my characters, disappears. I hate them. They are all flat and uninteresting. My plot is suddenly played out, stupid and trife. And my pacing, forget about it! The whole story needs to be scrapped. Who am I kidding when I call myself a writer? I am a giant can of Chef Boyardee instead of my Nonna's home-made ravioli. I'm a poser and no where near as good or tasty as the real thing. UGH.
Anyone else ever feel like a giant can of Chef Boyardee? Cause I could really use a few lessons in how to open up a can of whoop butt- instead of sitting here in the revision cave drowning on some seriously unsavory insecurity sauce, getting no where fast.