It’s an ongoing and slow process, but I take solace in the fact I am taking steps forward in my writing project. I’ve shared samples and rewrites on this blog, but not much. Mainly it is because I haven’t much to share.
At times this can feel discouraging. I have notes for world building, plot, character outlines, etc., but the story feels like it is coming together too slowly for my taste. Sometimes I simply want to give up and call it quits; resign myself to defeat. Then I look at my notes.
My notes reveal a world taking shape and characters putting on flesh. The plotline is becoming richer in its flavor. I take comfort and pride in these things. The process has opened up new worlds for me as I research real world parallels which add some realism to the story.
The main character, for instance, has been narrowed to a particular niche. This gives him some strength, but also opens up a host of weaknesses and challenges he will have to face. Prior he seemed too strong, to perfectly rounded and able to meet all challenges alone; too unrealistic because no one can do all things alone. We, as people, need each other.
Though the process may seem painfully slow, it is going at the pace I need it to – even if that pace isn’t the pace I want it to be. I suppose there is a balance to be found in pushing forward and allowing things to play out in their proper time…like life.
I guess the point is to not give up. Push onward always, but also have a little patience with yourself. Time is a necessary element, and instant gratification is drug fatal to our works, processes, and personal evolution.