I didn’t realize how much my son had grown up until we got our little girl. Now I remember what it was like with him at that age. And I remember I didn’t like it. Two is so much better than 18 months. As he grew, the frustrating things just melted away. We forgot they were ever there and only remembered the good parts.
I wonder if it’s like that with novels. This is not my first novel, but it’s my First Novel. The first one I’ve worked this hard on, the first one I’m going to try to publish. I wonder if, when I write my next one, I’ll look back and say “yea, it was like that with the other one, I’d forgotten how hard this part of the writing process is”. Do we forget the frustrating parts and only remember the good times? I hope so.
I just need to make sure there are good times to remember.
What do you remember?