Here’s something that happens to me with EVERY book. Has anything similar ever happened to you?
I’ll get 3/4 of the way done, or mere inches away from the end, and I somehow ‘forget’ the love and/or passion that has been building up between my protagonists.
So when I’m writing a love scene, or an emotional scene, it runs flat because I’m just not feeling it. I felt it in the beginning of the story, but after all the drama and angst, I seem to lose steam … and maybe even brain cells.
Then there are the details that I have to keep up with. After three hundred+ pages, and juggling so many plot balls, I lose track of what’s supposed to go where—even worse, I can’t figure out things I should KNOW by now. Like which issues should take precedence in terms of the timeline. Or which character should have the high ground for a particular scene. I also feel as if I’ve lost my way in the forest. Like I’ve ventured off the true path, and I’m stumbling around in the weeds. Only now it’s pitch black.
At which point I finally scream:
How the f*** did I get here?
I end up having to go back and do a re-read, almost to the beginning (which wastes time), to remind myself why and how these two people fell in love, and what questions need to be answered. But anal-retentives like myself can’t just re-read to refresh our minds. We ultimately wind up tweaking stuff, which leads to perpetual rewriting.
This happens every time I’m near the end. I don’t know whether it’s self-sabatogue, fear of saying goodbye to my characters, or if I’m just stupid and can’t keep up with stuff. Whatever the case, it’s a wall and it needs to come down! I feel like Hansel and Gretel in the forest. I dropped the breadcrumbs to find my way back, but the fricken birds came and ate them all. You’d think I would’ve learned by now to drop rocks instead.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.