THE DREADED MIDDLE!

THE DREADED MIDDLE!


The beginning has gone fine. Filled with enthusiasm, I am having
difficulty tapping the keys fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. This is
going great! All I have to do now is fill the pages between that wonderful
beginning and what I know is going to be a simply spectacular ending.
The first three chapters have hooked the reader: she is not going to be
able to put the book down.
The characters are beginning to take on a personality of their own, the
heroine is coping with everything I throw at her and the hero is strong and
manly enough to win her love in the end.
Then everything starts to disintegrate for no reason at all.
Although the first few chapters looked pretty good to start with, I know
they are really a load of rubbish. No one is going to want to read a book that
is so boring even the characters have given up and gone to sleep. Their names
are all wrong too, they keep telling me that, and the setting is dull and
uninteresting. The plot? I have no idea what possessed me to think an idea like
that would make a readable novel.
I have come to the middle.
I know I will get over it. At least I think I will get over it because,
somehow, I always do. I can leave the bit in the middle and write the end, then
try and fill in the middle bit. That might work. Or I can scrap everything Ive
written so far and start again. That is probably the best idea. But it wont
help, because the next story is going to have a middle as well, and Im going
to get stuck all over again.