It’s time to start Book 3.
I like beginnings. Setting up that fresh new file is such fun. Lovingly formatting the header and page number. Gently adjusting the margins. Studiously contemplating font and line spacing. I swear the cursor blinks joyfully at the beginning.
I love writing the opening chapters where I spill out tons of backstory. I indulge in random scene setting and huge swaths of navel gazing for endless pages. I idle through pointless tea-drinking montages and character throat-clearing. The dialogue tends toward the ridiculously witty — at least in my mind.
What? I said I like beginnings. I didn’t say I was good at them.
Somewhere around Chapter 4, I’ll realize the story has to actually start, and then the writing gets hard. But those first three chapters… Ah.