And The Suspense Begins.
July 25th it will happen. This writer will become a published author. Kind of exciting and really scary! Does a tree falling in the forest make a sound?
This week I have tried with limited success to get my mind around the technical aspects (my to do’s) in the traditional publishing world, and forging ahead on editing and writing ‘til it hurts in book two. I sometimes feel like the newbie in my novel, competent in what she knows, but unsure and anxious in this new world. She wants so much to be part of the hero’s life, and I want so much to be part of this industry. Will each of us have to be satisfied with only an arrangement, or will we gain a greater commitment over time? Readers, rightly so, remain the final judge. So fingers crossed and candles lit, the launch will go well.
I don’t know about you, but when I’m anxious, I feel the urge to purge, or clean, or tidy. This week, I have reduced my binders containing all you would want to know but were afraid to ask about interior decoration and design. Those courses and certificates earned when I wanted to do something creative, but hadn’t found the nerve to jump off the cliff and write. I have gained almost three feet in my bookshelf (perhaps for my books) and recycled at least one tree of paper, I will never look at again. And it’s all online, right! If I want to know how many feet there needs to be around my infrequently used dining room table—google has the answer!
Yesterday and last night I managed to edit and rewrite several chapters, my eyes giving up at 2:00 a.m. Blackout drapes are wonderful, and after dreaming about sorting through books that I could not bear to part with, I woke up with a start to see the clock on my phone say 9:30!! Nanou had cooperated (read no mess), and we hurried out to the park for her morning break, and back for coffee to begin what was left of the day.
Nanou and I are burning the midnight oil writing until there is nothing left to say.
Have a wonderful week, and happy reading.