I’ve been trying to write a novel for several years now. I’ve got 4 first drafts of it, all of them bad, but they’re getting better. Had I published it several years ago, I would be unable to read it now.
Because there were too many plot holes, not enough accurate information to make the story believable (yes, I want it to be ‘right’), and the dialogue was patchy and sadly, preachy.
Over the last year or so, I’ve been researching, reading, researching, reading, and researching and reading 🙂 In the midst of this busy life, I’ve also been scribbling when I can because this is the only way you can improve as a writer. I’m trying to find ‘my voice’.
Paul McCartney said this: We practiced and played great blues songs, imitating our heroes, and eventually our own voices came through, our own distinct sound.
That’s my goal. To keep aping my betters until my own sound rings through the din. And now, I’m starting to hear faint traces of that voice.
I’m hoping to hear a lot more of that voice in the next draft. I can’t wait!