Never satisfied
Some days I read what I've been working on and a twisty feeling of unease works its way through my body. I find myself thinking, "This isn't very...good. I remember it being good. Why is it not good any more?"
Tonight I found that I'd remembered chapter one as better than it is.
When faced with the dilemma of unexpected suck you can do several things:
1.Drink
2. Go to bed
3. Work on something different
4. Quit writing entirely and become a go-go dancer
Some days, option #4 seems like a great idea. But that's just nonsense. I don't own go-go boots.
Tonight's solution to suck is to work on smaller problems with the narrative and research details. Little tasks to distract me from my "everything I write is awful" moment.
And soon enough I'll rework the entire chapter so that the next time I read it the unease doesn't slither up my spine. Or such is the hope.