I hate beginnings.
No, honestly. They’re the hardest part of a novel for me. I struggle with how much information to give, what the characters sound like, sorting out the plot holes, everything. Mostly I wonder if my writing is good enough for the work I’m doing. I want it to be really good, but I know I’m not really good yet. I’m pretty good, but that just won’t cut it.
So I stress about it, trying to get better, thinking that maybe I should put this aside, work on something shorter, something easier, until I get better.
If I keep doing that, I’m never going to get better.
I can’t keep getting wrapped up in my own insecurities to the point where I don’t do anything. I’m a writer. It’s what I want. And I’m young. I’m allowed to suck for now. But if I don’t practice, I’m never going to improve.
Of course, maybe posting something for critique the moment I finish it doesn’t exactly help, either.
So, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll keep it to myself for now, and I won’t stop to think how bad the dialogue or the prose or the plot is. That’s what editing’s for. The first draft is for getting the general idea of a novel down. I can polish and edit as much as I want, but I’m never going to get to that point if I don’t plough through this.
Wish me luck.