Psst! Hey, you. Yeah, I’m talking to you. That writer in the corner with the bloodshot eyes and caffeine shakes. Okay, so I know you’re “super busy” with that book you’ve been slaving over. (btw, I totally air quoted as I wrote that–proving I can defy psychics & reason)
BUT, can I just offer a teensy, weensy revelation about that Work In Progress (aka: WIP) that could alter the course of your life???
IT. DOESN’T. SUCK.
Oh for sure, parts of it do. I’m not a complete sunshine blower. But trust me, it doesn’t suck nearly as much as you think. So why can’t we seem to help our obsessive WIP-picking? Why must we compare them to the polished, refined magnificence before them? Well, WIP’s are easy targets–what, with all that frizzy red hair, freckles, and gangly awkwardness. But there’s beauty there, I swear it! You just need to see it with gentler eyes. You need to be reminded that your ugly ducker of a story, will one day be swan. And it will. However…
IT NEEDS TIME TO MATURE.
This is where you come in with your Mother Theresa well of patience. Yep, I just broke out the P word. Because. You will need to love that WIP even if no other human in the history of ever could. Why? That other P word–potential. You know that behind the head-hopping, stilted dialogue, and cardboard characters aimlessly meandering from one page to the next, there is something special. And it is the promise of ‘something special’ that keeps you up at night wondering…what if? Isn’t that every writer’s aphrodisiac? So I’ll pose a mind blowing question.
WHAT IF…WE CELEBRATE THE GOOD?
What if instead of lamenting the awful shortcomings of our WIP, we take a moment, to see the good in it? You all know what I’m talking about. It’s that sentence…or two or three, that holds you captive enough to finish an entire manuscript. Or maybe just a chapter. Whatever it is and whatever the reason, you adore it. And it’s worthy of celebrating because those are the precious lines that will sustain you during writing drought and famine.
So why not celebrate those sentences together?! I’ll go first. I’ll even try not to throw up! A generous bargain if you ask me. 😉 Here are a few lines from my WIP, (W)HOLEHEARTED…
I run my fingers along the bumps of my scar. It reads like braille. And the message is so achingly clear—never fall in love. ~Lark Salinger
As to keep the scales balanced (emotionally & chromosomally), I’ll leave you with some parting words from my hero…
And since I don’t know my ass from an ashtanga hole in the ground—I’m having to fake my way through every one of these yoga classes in hopes of spotting her before I openly wail like a baby. Because it’s downright unnatural to have your bellybutton that close to your mouth. ~Seth Walker
DO YOU HAVE A LINE OR TWO TO CELEBRATE? I’d love to bask in your words!
Write on, lovelies! Write on!