Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time.
Happy February. The month of love and, on this fine first Wednesday of the month, insecurity.
Right now, I'm waiting for feedback from beta readers on my third book in my Mechanica Wars series, Iron Warrior. In the meantime, I continued working on a couple other projects. However, in the middle of all that, I had an epiphany about my main protagonist in Iron Warrior.
It was literally like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky. I had made a HUGE mistake with a major plot point. It's one of those deals where I completely missed an important element. When I wrote it all out (thank God for Evernote. Love Evernote) on my phone, I felt relieved that I had realized what the missing piece was in this very vital plot point.
So I go back to my manuscript, find the pivotal scene, and begin to write it out and fix it. Except...it's not such a snug fit. I had only partially found that missing piece, but I'm still left with a jacked-up puzzle. In essence, I had written myself into a corner.
To me, this is every writer's Bermuda Triangle. You're chugging along...plot and characters and going great. You eventually finish your 100,000 word masterpiece. And upon the return trip home, your book sinks into the Ocean of Unforgiveness.
Luckily, I don't need to rearrange and completely re-write whole chapters or anything. I guess I'm fortunate in that respect. But now I'm totally stuck. Like my foot is trapped in a dried concrete block kind of stuck. I've got this big gaping hole in my manuscript, waiting for me to tie-off and finish this revelation of writing genius I thought I had found.
I slept on it. Meditated on it. Mulled it in my head while driving home from a short business trip for almost two hours today. And whatta I got?
I gots nuthin'.
I hope lightning strikes twice.