I did send my rough draft to one close friend. I just know he'll hate it. I'm sure the content will not be to any of his like'n. He's very good at prose which I'm not.
I've been pacing around like an idiot. I have to be the worst writer in the world. Many learn and go forward. I don't know about me.
I do know I enjoy my characters. I want to get to know them. I want their story. I want to be a part of it. Find the love, and grit and even the anguish.
But I must admit. I did like my first moments which I wrote probably last month with these characters. I didn't put any of those exact sentences in. I just went on. Plowed on through the writing.
Yes, there were times, I wondered..can I get through this scene. And then to expand every little detail. It is annoying when you want plot to move along. And the dialogue itching to get into the mix of it.
I'm sure he'll think it a laborious read. And I'm kind of afraid for him. Maybe its me.
You know, where he'll say..."Why? Why must you write, something like this? How would you know of it? Really?"
And yes, maybe I don't know. Maybe I know nothing. But it felt true when I poured it out ..typing one sentence after another. It did.