After three months of meticulous planning history, both in terms of overall structure that the scenes of action and reflection, and after many months of writing, for what was to be the My first novel with a beginning and an end worthy of the name, I realized I had made the tragic mistake. The central part of the plot, one that should be the central focus of the story, appears to have taken over as a great way, instead of launching the characters, they stayed pending the final. It is to make an introduction: This work had already been interrupted once, when I realized that the story was starting too early. At that point I had already knocked off 40 pages. So, I decided to throw in a literal sense, and so I did. Then I started planning the work, from the first page, the only one that felt good. But now, after 6 months, the idea to put your hands in the novel pulled me down so that at first I decided to let it go, and I closed everything in a drawer.
Of course, I spent many sleepless nights. Simply, it was impossible to get rid of history. If the desire to tell it was so overwhelming that I start a novel, literally the first time, how could I hope to get away with it? I started thinking about what I had moved to rewrite it, and then I saw the design work, and I'm reminded of the terrible feeling that something was wrong in that pattern. Those problems were so obvious now, had already revealed in the planning stage, but at that moment I was so exhausted from work, I decided not to address them. I just wanted to write. I had been at work in the hope that, somehow, those gaps are filled by the sun. Here's a lesson: it is impossible to solve a narrative problem if you do not deal with ugly mug. Any attempt to take sides, or worse, to dodge it, is doomed to fail.
So mentally, I started to work on the text, and now I framed the error: I was wrong to choose the antagonist. In the planning stage, I had feared that the antagonist simply missing, so I had invented a story that had nothing to do with marginally. For this novel, from its entrance, began to take the drift. I did not realize that the real antagonist was there before my eyes, so I had downsized, giving up less space than he deserved. I had lost sight of the goal, because of freakish invention.
Now I have a key with which to program the focus of the story. Of course, I am a bit 'down. Especially because it will be impossible to work immediately, having to give my last two exams in a couple of weeks. In addition, immediately after I will finish my thesis and working on a screenplay for a short. But I can do everything more slowly perhaps, but I will succeed. I absolutely have to hold on. My strength is made up of people who support me and believe in my work. Among these there are, too, of course.
Another element that should make me confident, are the pages I intend to leave. The first time I started the book I had taken over from page one. Now the pages are good even 70! The stuff to destroy about 40 pages, plus a twenty to readjust, but the rest is flexible enough to remain immaculate, even after a comprehensive review. The good the story is still there, alive and well in my hands, and asks only the attention needed to flourish in all its glory.
It would be cowardly to leave him to decide right now.
Of course, I spent many sleepless nights. Simply, it was impossible to get rid of history. If the desire to tell it was so overwhelming that I start a novel, literally the first time, how could I hope to get away with it? I started thinking about what I had moved to rewrite it, and then I saw the design work, and I'm reminded of the terrible feeling that something was wrong in that pattern. Those problems were so obvious now, had already revealed in the planning stage, but at that moment I was so exhausted from work, I decided not to address them. I just wanted to write. I had been at work in the hope that, somehow, those gaps are filled by the sun. Here's a lesson: it is impossible to solve a narrative problem if you do not deal with ugly mug. Any attempt to take sides, or worse, to dodge it, is doomed to fail.
So mentally, I started to work on the text, and now I framed the error: I was wrong to choose the antagonist. In the planning stage, I had feared that the antagonist simply missing, so I had invented a story that had nothing to do with marginally. For this novel, from its entrance, began to take the drift. I did not realize that the real antagonist was there before my eyes, so I had downsized, giving up less space than he deserved. I had lost sight of the goal, because of freakish invention.
Now I have a key with which to program the focus of the story. Of course, I am a bit 'down. Especially because it will be impossible to work immediately, having to give my last two exams in a couple of weeks. In addition, immediately after I will finish my thesis and working on a screenplay for a short. But I can do everything more slowly perhaps, but I will succeed. I absolutely have to hold on. My strength is made up of people who support me and believe in my work. Among these there are, too, of course.
Another element that should make me confident, are the pages I intend to leave. The first time I started the book I had taken over from page one. Now the pages are good even 70! The stuff to destroy about 40 pages, plus a twenty to readjust, but the rest is flexible enough to remain immaculate, even after a comprehensive review. The good the story is still there, alive and well in my hands, and asks only the attention needed to flourish in all its glory.
It would be cowardly to leave him to decide right now.
