It’s a slow Friday at work and I’m counting down the hours. I will work tomorrow, but Friday’s still feel like the end to the normal work week.
So many things are happening in my life right now, it feels wonderful and chaotic all at once. I’ve never been very good with change. Change is usually accompanied by nightmares, sweaty palms and upset stomachs. This time around, however, I’m actually enjoying it because I know only good things are coming around the bend.
I’m not a control freak, per say, but I like to get my hands dirty. I think that’s why all this book stuff has me more excited than petrified. I’m making something and that feels very satisfying. I am placing part of my heart and soul into a tangible object.
A few years ago, that would have scared me to no end, but now I am so committed to it – I can’t help being overwhelmed with wonder and joy.
I first got the idea and starting writing this story when I was ten years old. That baffles me. I recently found the opening to the story that I received a critique on, before I went to a writing conference in New York. I was shocked at the writing (yuck) and how different the story felt. It was from January 2008. I can’t believe how much can change in a couple of years.
I’ve gone through many lessons as I wrote this book. I’m a much better writer and I hope to keep getting better with every word. I learned how to edit myself and others through a wonderful critique group/friendship. I learned that first drafts are really awful and there is deep fulfilment in revision.
I have less fiery hoops to jump through with my current novel and hopefully the next one will be even easier. But I learned how to own my own creative voice with this book and that makes all this change worthwhile.