I sat down several times this past week and tried to work on my second novel. Unfortunately, I have completely forgotten what it is I ever liked about it. I know I’ve been over this ground.
So I sat down, as usual, to work and hated it all the more, which is strange because I loved it only a month ago and now I can’t tell which instinct is right. The problem, I think, with getting better at writing is that craft can muddy the simple question–should this story even be told? Is it worth the time. Is it worth 2-3 years of your life? I have no answer. So I’m altering the question. If books were pictures, and the ideas below were three directions I have in mind, which would you pick?
Feel free to bet on your dog.