I have a relationship with my first completed novel that goes like this:
*Opens file, sees train wreck, cries, edits, gives up and throws it in electronic drawer.*
Last month went a little differently:
*Opens file, sees a lot of work needed, doesn’t cry, and adds it to current wip list.* I’m 142 pages in and I only had to write one big revision.
Some time since last year, Blood and Motive went from ‘Dear Lord, everyone was right about unpublishable first manuscripts’ to ‘this needs as much work as Grumpy Pants’s first draft and it’s not bad’. Partly the story kept me going back to it, but I also didn’t want to trash 125,000 words. So, another win for stubbornness.