I've had Finding Daecon's Way on hiatus since New Years. Book one had finished and I had intended on diving straight into Book Two, but a whole bunch of family things happened, including an outbreak of COVID that almost killed my parents, then my mother had two heart attacks, then my father developed pneumonia (related to the COVID) and spent the entire month of February in the hospital, and my mother's dementia has gotten progressively and rapidly worse. Still, through all of that I continued drawing for the sake of drawing (and sanity) and even tried to write on occasion. I had two chapters of the new book finished, which isn't particularly impressive, but at least it was something, right?
Wrong.
Tonight I have the first free time I've had in ages so I decided to do some writing. To prepare myself and get back into the "groove" I reread the two chapters I had written. This brings us to what makes this post relevant in this thread:
What this author is thinking is that one should never force oneself to write. These two chapters are BAD. I mean, "a dyslexic squirrel with ADHD could have done better" bad. You can tell my heart wasn't into it. There is nothing salvageable. This isn't just going to be an edit, it's going to be a "trash that shit and start over" thing. I think the first few paragraphs, which describe a new character, might be useful as reference, but even the wording of these is too terrible to use as is.
Oh well, guess I know what I'll be doing tonight and each night this week, which all look to be free...