After the whining of yesterday's post I have resolved to shoulder my quiver of arrows and head boldly back into the fray. I thank all of you for your messages of encouragement, it truly meant a great deal and your kind suggestions shall be heeded!
I have found the trickiest part of being a writer is to put your head down and just keep going. There needs to be a confidence that what you're writing isn't complete garbage, or if it is, that the nugget of inspiration that started it is a good thing. Looking back can be frightening - I still remember the horror I felt when I discovered an old short story that I had written in Grade 11. I was so proud of it when I wrote it, but rereading it now was a big mistake.
It all comes down to self-confidence and knowing deep down that the story you're telling is worth telling. It's not enough for you to love your characters, you have to be able to write them in such a way that others will love them too. The continuing character in my books is a detective who lived in Venice for many years. He left because Mussolini built a road onto the main island. I grew up on an island and I know island mentality - bridges are evil. He also considers himself a wonderful artist and the reality is that his paintings are truly awful. I love him. I love his quirks and his wit. I love that he can't paint. He is loyal to his friends and his history has given him an understanding of human nature. I keep writing his books because I love writing him and the day I finish the third will be sad because that will be our good-bye.
How do you keep heading 'once more unto the breach'? Is there a trick I haven't figured out? Or is it a matter of simply ploughing through?