Struggling poet trying to write a novel
How do you fiction writers do it!!!???
Seriously, I've been a poet since the age of 7 (had a toy/really old typewriter) but I've also had whole worlds stuck in my head. Tried drawing them out. Ended up with a bunch of scribbles that one person said "look like three year old drawings." Tried forcing myself to write them down, which is what I am currently still trying to do, but (and this is a big BUT) I fail to want to continue usually after I've reread the pages I've typed up the day before. It is like my inner critic won't shut up. It says: "Dickens would be ashamed to call you a writer and Whitman would laugh from beyond the grave while Poe cries!" Yeah, my inner critic is not nice at all. Mean as all hell really. My BFFs are not that great either. Tried to read my first draft to them and every two sentences they critiqued me by interrupting me. They didn't even bother to hear the end of the Prologue. So, as the captain of every sinking ship in the world has ever said:
SOS!
Seriously, I've been a poet since the age of 7 (had a toy/really old typewriter) but I've also had whole worlds stuck in my head. Tried drawing them out. Ended up with a bunch of scribbles that one person said "look like three year old drawings." Tried forcing myself to write them down, which is what I am currently still trying to do, but (and this is a big BUT) I fail to want to continue usually after I've reread the pages I've typed up the day before. It is like my inner critic won't shut up. It says: "Dickens would be ashamed to call you a writer and Whitman would laugh from beyond the grave while Poe cries!" Yeah, my inner critic is not nice at all. Mean as all hell really. My BFFs are not that great either. Tried to read my first draft to them and every two sentences they critiqued me by interrupting me. They didn't even bother to hear the end of the Prologue. So, as the captain of every sinking ship in the world has ever said:
SOS!