…And it does.
Finishing a project is always difficult for me. (At least, finishing a solo project is–the corwitten books, while I love them, don’t tend to get as personal for me, if that makes any sense.)
Anyway. It hurts a little to finish a book. I’m one of those people who could tinker with it for ages, or at least until the moment I decide it sucks. Which is generally a few weeks after I’ve finished it. Part of me still believes in it and loves it, but what I seem to really remember is the bits I edited out. It’s like I see the book viewed through a lens of repeated words and thought.
But that’s not important at the moment. Plus, you know, it makes me sound like a bit of a loser. Which I am so NOT! Ha ha! Not me! And if anyone out there is reading this with an eye towards representing me, I am GREAT to work with! And not a kook at all.
But today I realized something.
I’ve had an idea.
Something clicked in my head, and now I have another idea, for another book, for another project. I’m not washed up, the book out there now is NOT my only shot. There’s more out there for me, and I know there is.
I can’t remember now who said this (probably Stephen King because, let’s face it, every wise thing we all quote to each other about writing was always said by Stephen King. He’s the Winston Churchill/Oscar Wilde of discussions about writing), but it’s true. Ask a writer what his favorite book of his is, and it’s always the one he’s working on right then. Those old books? No, no. Nowhere near as good as what he’s doing now!
And that’s the way I look at it. My last finished project–I love it. I think it’s great, and smart, and sexy, and I still want to cry at the idea that it might not be The One.
But if it isn’t, I keep plugging. Because that’s what we do.
I reach for the next idea and I get started.
How do you feel when you’ve finished a project, whether it’s a book or something at your other work or what?