I thought that after 5 years and 9 books,
things would become easier. I was wrong! Nothing has become easier; on the
contrary, it's become even harder. I hate my writing more than I did in the
beginning. Maybe because in the beginning I didn’t really know what
good writing in English was, but after 5 years and hundreds of amazingly
written books by genius authors I can only return to hitting my head against the
keyboard and wish to destroy every single word written by me.
I’m still mediocre at best. My sentences
are awkward and clumsy; my writing is simple, even poor. I wrote and re-wrote passages
of my book many times, but it’s not getting better. I want to burn the whole
manuscript and bury it under a thick layer of concrete.
I know that I will publish my new novel. Probably on
the 1st of January, 2018. Until then I’ll put it away, and will
return to it in 10 days. Maybe after a bit of rest my muse will have pity on
me. Maybe she won’t.
So, Abracadabra will come out on the 1st
of January. And I’ll try not to destroy the book until then.
Stay well,
Irena
