What you describe is pretty much for me as well. I stumbled and groped my way through my first novel. I thought I had learned some things and vowed to do better next time.
Next time, I maybe did a few things better, mostly in settling on my software choice and file management, and proceeded to do a whole bunch of new things ... ok, make new mistakes. *sigh*
But, really, not a lot of it was mistakes, it was just doing things and then I did them differently. And did a whole bunch in more or less the same way and ended with the same vague sense of dissatisfaction. Surely I could do better.
By the third novel it was more and more about two things: productivity and pacing. I felt I could do ok with characters, setting, narrative, but had plenty of room to improve with creating a sense of tension and moving the story along in ways that felt exciting or engaging. I also felt and continue to wish that I could produce novels more quickly. Not necessarily write faster, but get a first draft that is closer to a final and so shorten the time from inception to completion. Outlining doesn't seem to do the job, and I don't have other solutions, so I fall back on the most reliable.
Maybe next time.
Down at the scene level, though, I do think I'm good, with a significant exception. I have to finish scenes. I have a bad habit of visualizing how a scene should go, getting in and getting it written, knowing more or less how it should end, but wandering off once that end is in sight. The place to improve (my resolution for Next Time) is to keep going not until I see the end of the scene, but until I see the beginning of the next scene. To pay more attention, IOW, to transitions.
Next time, I maybe did a few things better, mostly in settling on my software choice and file management, and proceeded to do a whole bunch of new things ... ok, make new mistakes. *sigh*
But, really, not a lot of it was mistakes, it was just doing things and then I did them differently. And did a whole bunch in more or less the same way and ended with the same vague sense of dissatisfaction. Surely I could do better.
By the third novel it was more and more about two things: productivity and pacing. I felt I could do ok with characters, setting, narrative, but had plenty of room to improve with creating a sense of tension and moving the story along in ways that felt exciting or engaging. I also felt and continue to wish that I could produce novels more quickly. Not necessarily write faster, but get a first draft that is closer to a final and so shorten the time from inception to completion. Outlining doesn't seem to do the job, and I don't have other solutions, so I fall back on the most reliable.
Maybe next time.
Down at the scene level, though, I do think I'm good, with a significant exception. I have to finish scenes. I have a bad habit of visualizing how a scene should go, getting in and getting it written, knowing more or less how it should end, but wandering off once that end is in sight. The place to improve (my resolution for Next Time) is to keep going not until I see the end of the scene, but until I see the beginning of the next scene. To pay more attention, IOW, to transitions.