So, after a year of barely writing (except for some magazines), I’ve opened my works-in-progress file at least twenty times. And closed it very quickly. What is that drivel? Okay, some of it isn’t drivel. One work is rather close to my heart, but it’s the one that got me an agent for a day and was pulled apart and put together so many times by said agent’s instructions that I don’t even know what it was supposed to be… and yes, I can recognize a run-on sentence.
The other I like, but it’s fluff. Contemporary romance fluff. Meh.
There’s a fantasy that’s half done, but I don’t care about it anymore. And the beginnings of a sequel to a book that is not selling well anyway.
So, what’s in your file? And are you better off deleting the damned thing so you can move on? I feel as if I need to throw my old boyfriend’s photos out before I can date again. Except, in this case, we’re talking about 100,000 words over four books. That’s four novellas to some.
Hmmmn, do I have the nerve to just hit delete?