If there is such a thing as writer’s remorse, I think I’ve got it. I just finished my third novel and now I wish I could start over again. I’m sure it’s not that bad, but the fact that it’s done tells me that I can’t go back and make major changes. I can’t start over from scratch.
I’ve seen this many times with new home buyers. They look for months to find the right home, work hard to get the financing in place, and do the deal. Right after they sign the papers, they start to wonder if they’ve done the right thing. They immediately start to wonder if they paid too much, they worry that the family room is too small, that they don’t like the tile in the bathroom, and a hundred other things. Yep, that’s buyer’s remorse.
The same thing happens when they buy a new car. The next day they find the same model cheaper, with more options… the list goes on and on.
I guess that’s what happens when I finish a novel. I should be celebrating the completion, and I do for a few hours, but then, the writer’s remorse kicks in. That’s where I’m at right now. I’m thinking that the main character needs to want something different from the start of the book. I’m thinking that I need to drop more hints about the bad guy earlier. I’m thinking that maybe the main character should have been a guy.
I’m going to read it through one more time over the next few days, and we’ll see. I’m probably not going to change it, but I might.