Onward Ho! (Or something equally inspirational)

Dear Querulous Muskrats,

I think I'm hitting that metaphorical wall. If not now, then very very soon.

What wall? I am speaking of that wall that most writers know to well—the one that divides your progress from one of the enthusiastic clickety-clack of keyboard keys to utterly desperate inertia.

I feel like I'm very close to being there. For me, the wall comes early. Most of the time it's because I fall out of love with the idea. What was once the best thing EVER, is now…meh. The euphoria at the beginning is like no other. Everything seems to fall in place and your initial seedlings of a plot germinates, and you have an almost entirely mapped out novel in your head, complete with fun characters, memorable scenes, and a kickass ending.

The WIP (work-in-progress) now has lost some of its luster. I've changed some things over the course of the first 12000 words. I've added elements and took some out. But the surprise is that I still like it, unlike some of the other projects that never got past the first couple thousand words (or have just been left in an ideas file to be undertaken on a rainy day). So, I still like it, but I know I'm near that point of the novel where it will feel like real WORK to continue.

Make no mistake about it though, writing is work. You can't expect to finish anything close to this length without putting some sweat and tears into it. I just wish there was something that could read my mind and write my novel for me. Life would be so much better. But then again, I guess the sense of accomplishment would be diminished and everybody and their mother would have a manuscript floating around.

This will be the second piece of long fiction that has a decent chance of completion. The previous one fell a little short than my target word count and still needs several revisions. Here's hoping this new one will make it at least that far.

Now to stop procrastinating.

-Matt