Steinbeck wrote Of Mice and Men as a play-novelette (a form in which the play can be read like a novel, and the novel can be read as a play). He was not happy with it. That at least gives a novice writer like me a sense of hope.
Now I am engaged in the arduous task of redrafting the story-in fact, just about throwing the first draft to the wind and starting over.
It's scarry because I wade into the story and then sink in a guagmire of writing starts and stops, bad writing altogether, and it feels like I have lost the purpose of writing it in the first place. Being an impatient kind of person, I am willing to only go so far into the agony of creation.
When does a writer know what is a false start? When should one start over, when file it away for posterity? Supposedly writers possess an intuitive sense, but I have never been intuitive about anything. I am one of those people that has to "go there" then try to make sense of it and hopefully understand where to go from there.
I look to my mentor, Margaret Atwood: Many of the things I've written have begun, and indeed have continued, against my better judgment. Okay, at least I am in good company.
Susan

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