Isn’t that always? Literally and figuratively and sometimes religiously (depending on what you believe).
Last week I reached The End of The Last Bathing Beauty. Eighty-thousand words, two timelines. All out of order. What made me thinking typing the words The End really meant anything at all? Because if I hadn’t acknowledged the milestone, I may have fallen off into an “I can’t do this” cliff. So I had a little accomplishment party with a fancy font and a Facebook post, and I moved on.
And by the time I started receiving pats on the back and congratulatory messages, I spent a whole day integrating the timelines, had this printed out at my local Kinkos so I could revise the entire manuscript in two weeks and send it to my agent so she can mark any HUGE RED FLAGS I should take care of before my April 1 deadline.
So The End? I think not. But I’m excited about the revisions and about the book.
I started writing this — or conceiving the story — in the spring of 2016. THAT IS NOT A TYPO. By the time TLBB hits bookshelves it will be a 4-year-book-baby! That’s longer than it took to write The Glass Wives, though writing to publication took six years.
Anyway, that’s where I am and what I’m doing in addition to my writing clients.
Have any questions about the process or the novel? I’m happy to answer.
Oh heck, I just miss you all. Talk to me.
Ever want to know more about working with me on your novel or memoir?