Okay – here’s the deal. I’m not loving my situation right now. I’m basically unemployed (though still freelancing), and I live in someone’s garage. Life is not too sweet for this 21-year-old go-getter. But hey, I’m not complaining! I just paid $12 for an all-you-can-eat lunch (that ended up being my one meal of the day, but whatever).
I know it’s terrible to read your first draft without having finished it. But I can’t help it – it’s so blasé that I’m starting to have second thoughts about this project. Mind you – not “100%-going-to-quit” thoughts, but still – I’m not loving it.
I think one of the problems has to do with my voice within the story. Throughout the writing of this novel, I’ve read several books, each author influencing me greatly by their own tone of writing. Therefore, when I read the first draft of Heartstrong, I can tell which chapters are influenced by John Green and which by Malcolm Gladwell. Recently, my writing has been heavily favoring the stories of Stephen Tobolowsky, so I’ve been sounding like him.
I’m not trying to put these authors down. On the contrary, I’m saying that I love these men so much that I’ve started writing like them, therefore my own voice has gotten lost somewhere in the margins of my first draft. I know that this will all hopefully be fixed with subsequent re-draftings, but I’m a little worried if that time will ever come. And if it does – how laborious will these re-draftings be? I guess I’ll find out.