I read the first two chapters of the unnamed romance this afternoon.
Oh. My. Gawd. It's awful. It needs so much work I'm tempted to just say hell with it, except that I'm halfway through and I know the writing gets better as soon as I hit my stride. I just have to rewrite the first few chapters. I think I'd better wait to do that until I've finished the first draft; otherwise, I might not finish at all. Next week I have Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday off work (spring break!) so hopefully I'll buckle down and get some writing done.
I've been trying to decide why I'm having so much trouble with this romance book. Of course, I'm just not all that interested in the genre, but that shouldn't keep me from writing reasonably well. The first two chapters of this romance are stilted and awkward, without enough description, without a clear idea of what the characters are thinking and feeling at important moments. And no wonder I'm already running out of plot: I crashed through big chunks of it in about 5,000 words rather than developing the characters. Hey, me: the characters are the whole reason for this book! Maybe I should spend a little more time developing them.
I guess this is a good thing, really. When I do the rewrite, I'll have to add many, many thousands of words. Hmm. Maybe I should do the rewrite first after all.