"... life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you're gonna get."
This is the story of my first draft - I always think I know where I'm going and I never do. Characters that I thought would be friendly turn out to have nasty sides to their personalities, while others I'd thought were evil turn out to be just misunderstood.
"Fasten your seat-belts, it's going to be a bumpy night."
Here's an explanation of my second, third (and countless other) drafts as I add more description, more character depth, more twists and turns to my plot. Actually 'bumpy' is putting it mildly.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!"
There is a time when this sums up my attitude towards my WIP. I'm sick of it. Sick of the characters. Sick of the plot. I'm convinced its the worst drivel that ever has been put on a page. This stage isn't pretty.
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like victory."
Then comes the wonderful stage when I see the finish line just inches ahead of me and I know I'm going to actually complete the project. This feeling almost makes up for the agony of some of the others. Not quite, mind you, but it's close.
"May the force be with you."
The final step is sending that project out into the world and out of my control. It's a scary time, but one I worked hard to achieve. I usually try to pat myself on the back, but instead...
"I see dead people".
Here we go again.