Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She was eleven years old, and she loved to read. She also loved to play make-believe with her siblings. They made up all sorts of games in their backyard (creating worlds was her favorite) and always had a lot of fun running from savages, swinging across deadly, bubbling lava to get healing water and cheese burgers from the Supply Tree, and making giant stew for the folk in the kingdom of the clouds.
Let me make sure you understand. I've spent four and a half years of my life on this series. I have all nine books planned out. All the characters and their arcs, all the big plot twists that work their way through the entire stinkin' series. Pretty complex stuff.
I have extensive maps (fourteen? fifteen?), which includes extensive world building. Lots of unique places, a lot of history (like, a LOT), tons of cultures and races and species. Lots of different beings and creatures and people. I'd built a really extensive, complex magic system.
So many characters and plots and plotlines and NOTES. SO MANY NOTES. Five journals are full of notes dedicated to just this series. Five. Completed.
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| see themmm? the bottom one is mostly for this series, except for the last 20 pages which contain the first brainstorming I did on my WIP. the pink one was my very first journal to complete. |
You see, I only wrote this series. From the moment I started writing and on, this was the only project I worked on (excepting a book I coauthored with my cousin).
I had some ideas, but they were simply that: ideas. I didn't really work on any of them. 98% of my creativity went pouring into this project. And I had a ton of ideas.
To let all of that go?
How? How could I do that? It was so. much. work. So many ideas. Book one: 453 pages, handwritten. Book two: 416 pages, also handwritten. The beginning of book three, almost a hundred pages. And then typed up drafts of books one and two, coming out 97k and 92k. Not to mention endless rewrites after that of book one, a book I just couldn't seem to get right.
When the thought of letting go of this story finally settled in my mind almost a year ago, I balked. How could I do this? So much work ... what a waste! Seriously. How could I just throw this story away?
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| (yup - those are the first three books. Book three is unfinished) |
Well, point one is that I didn't throw it away.
I still plan on writing all nine books. They're in my head, and I can't get them out. I might just hand write them, not go on to type them up or edit them. We'll see.
And I think if you're losing hope in a story, that's the first step. Put it aside for a while, but don't trash it. Gail Carson Levine, author of Ella Enchanted and many other amazing books (she's such an amazing author aksjdflhkasdjflhsdkj) talked in her book, Writing Magic, about never throwing away anything you write. And that is so true.
Point two: what is your reason for writing the story?
Are you just starting out? Maybe your WIP is your way of getting a feel for this writing thing. The best way to learn how to write is by doing it. I had to write a massive amount of words before I started to get the hang of it. All of the pages you see in the picture above are full of horrible words. So are most of the typed versions.
I had to start bad. We all do.
So why are you writing this story?
When I was trying to decide if I should give it up, let the story go and put my creativity and time into something else, my cousin came to me with wise advice (as she always does).
She said something along the lines of, "Maybe you don't need to publish this story. Maybe that's not what it's for."
At first, this idea took me completely aback. Publishing is every writer's goal, right? It hangs in the distance, a sparkling, tantalizing beacon of light that guides us on the long winding road.
I'd never really thought about not publishing.
But when I really thought about what my cousin was trying to say, I realized she was right (as usual). This series, as it is right now at least ... it doesn't want to be published. That's not why I wrote it. I wrote it because I needed to start somewhere. I needed to develop my writing style and refine my craft.
It was my "trial run" if you will.
And sure, we're constantly learning more and getting better at writing. But there does come a point when you hit this mark and your writing evens out. I can look back at some of my writing from yesterday and not flinch like I did when I was thirteen.
Ask yourself - what are you writing this book for?
Point three is that, whether you plan to keep writing it or not, whether you plan to publish or not ... we all have to let go of our stories at some point.
It's just a given. The moment you let someone read your words, you have to let it go. Because it's not just yours anymore.
You even have to let it go before that. Before you sit down to write the first word, you have to let it go.
Remember the thing about butterflies? They're beautiful and perfect ideas when they live in your brain-garden, free from the 2D world of writing.
When you begin your book, you have to let go of that perfection.
You can't write it perfectly on your first try. There are going to be plot holes and messy descriptions and inconsistent characters. And even little things, like grammar errors and typos - they're all there in draft one. And often in draft two, three, four, and so on.
You have to let go of your story.
When you write the first word, you have to let it go. Let go of the perfection.
When you give it to a reader for the first time, be it your cousin or your mother, you have to let it go. Let go of your story so when they give you feedback/critiques, you can handle it. You can know they're not attacking you as a person. They're just trying to help you make the story better.
And if you reach a point with your book when you don't feel called to keep writing it anymore, then ... put it aside. Ponder why you started it to begin with, and why you're still working on it.
Let it go.
Have you let go of your story? Do you struggle with giving it up?










