I’m having a case of the midway quivers which is when you get to the point when you are perhaps just over halfway writing a book and then you think that maybe it’s not such a good idea after all. Maybe this isn’t the story that you should be telling.
Why is it that you can only tell when you’re almost halfway there? The finishing line is sort of in sight, you can definitely catch a glimmer of light from the end of the tunnel but you actually need to turn back to the start and find another one to go down.
I’m sure there’ll be a whole legion of people who will advise it’s best to press on to the end but I got to exactly this point with my first book and decided to park it in the Sad Car Park for Unfinished Books and then the one after that was just … No Trouble.
In fact, it was just lovely company.
No case of quivers to be had at all. Only a mild bout of doubt once I’d finished the thing. Not too bad, all things considered.
I know it sounds like I’m giving up when the going gets tough but it’s actually quite tough to realise that all of those thousands of words are maybe just a little too convoluted to keep going with. That’s not to say they were a waste of time. I see them as a rather large stepping stone to the next book.
Unless the quivers come back again halfway through the next one.
Then I’m stuffed.