The next idiot who tells me, “Oh, you just crank’em out, don’t you?” will find my hands wrapped around his neck in a strangle hold.

I don’t know why non-writers think that writing books is so easy.  Ask any novelist, and you’ll hear about the sleepless nights and the attacks of self-doubt.  You’ll hear the pitiful whine that “no one will ever buy another one of my books!”

I’m going through that right now.  I’m two thirds through my second draft, and if you’ve been reading my blogs, then you know that the second draft is a really, really tough part of the process for me.  I’m seeing all the flaws.  I’m wondering what ever make me thought I could write this story.  I’m questioning every single one of my plot decisions.  My neck aches, my stomach is upset, and I’m having nightmares.

It’s par for the course.

I don’t know if the really big names go through this.  I assume they do, unless they’re so big that they employ ghostwriters who do all the hard work while they, the “brand name,” sit back and cash the checks.  I’m still a lowly writer who hasn’t yet hired an assistant (although maybe I should), who still answers her own email.

And, yes, who still writes her own books.  Every single damn word of them.

So that means I get to wince in embararrassment when I read all the bad sentences and lame metaphors that make it into the first draft.  

On May 31, I’m boarding a plane for Istanbul.  Which means my book really, really has to be done by then.  Which means that I can’t afford to waste a single minute until then.  The only reason I’m blogging right now is that I’m tired and loopy and I want to remind myself, the next time I sign a contract, that I won’t say, “Oh yeah, sure I can meet that impossible deadline!”

But it’s just like getting pregnant.  As soon as the kid’s born and you’re holding that beautiful baby in your arms, you forget all about the labor pains.  You just think: “Wow, I want to make another one of these.” 

And now, some more photos of my books around the world:

From Chrissy in New Zealand:

dog nz             flea NZ

 

 From Izat now in New Zealand:

                             izat in Nz

 

And from Georgia in Tuebingen, Germany.  The Neckar River is in the background:

                                Georgia in Tuebingen, Germany