Lost what, you ask?
That loving feeling.
Oh yes. I have.
Last week, I asked the question, if a writer is struggling, REALLY struggling with a story, does it mean something?
Replies were mixed, and I don't know that anyone can know the right answer, because each book is different and each writer is different.
I kept going for a few more chapters, and then I threw my hands in the air and said, "Enough!" Or maybe I said, "I need cupcakes!" I'm not sure. It's all a blur now.
I'm setting the story aside for now. Because I decided, the biggest problem with the story is, I just don't care. There's nothing there to make me want to care about the story, the characters, any of it. And until I can figure that out, and make it something I do care about, what's the point? Because if I don't care, you can bet no one else is going to care either.
The good news?
I've already started a new story. One that is going to make me stretch as a writer. One that scares me, because it's complex in a way, and really different, and I don't have everything quite figured out yet. But guess what? I ALREADY CARE. This is a story I want to tell. A story that could fly or flop, depending on what I do with it. That excites me. Can I do it? Only time will tell.
So lesson learned this week - I *have* to care. What about you?
~Lisa, Miss Crafting a Career