So I think I’ve finally got a handle on how I want to start Quiver, the young adult fantasy that I’m writing. I’m going to make my main character a Robin Hood, outlaw-type and then go from there. Sword fights! Adventures! Magic! Etc.!
This is about the sixth time that I’ve rewritten the beginning at this point. Seriously. Six times. I think I have a really cool idea here, but the beginning is kicking my ass. Which is strange since I usually don’t have any problems starting out a book. It’s when I get 20,000 or 30,000 words into something that I feel like slacking off.
But you know what? Even now, I’m having doubts about the beginning — again. Argh! At this point, I feel like Charlie Brown. And this book is my own personal Lucy with her stupid football.
Ah, well. Wheezley has told me to shut up, quit whining, and just write the darn thing. Which I’m going to do. I hope … :rolleyes: