A few days ago, I finally, FINALLY finished my latest writing effort. Well, not exactly finished, finished in the strictest sense. The manuscript is now in the able hands, eyes and expertise of my critique partner, fellow Roser Jannine.
There is no doubt in my mind her suggestions are flying onto Track Changes as we speak. I also have no doubt my work will be cut out for me—pun intended—when she is finished with it.
Still, getting that final page clean typed and released from my computer was a huge relief.
Only If You Dare is my second effort for the Dearly Beloved series of The Wild Rose Press, Last Rose of Summer line. Albeit a yet to be contracted effort, this one had been a struggle from day one. First of all, I totally discarded the original proposal I sent to my editor, then a few completed chapters, characterizations and story arcs that just didn’t work in the final product were also axed.
No more of that to have to deal with.
No more days of five, six hours or more re-writing, editing and the like. No more carrying the zippered case containing the manuscript and a blank spiral notebook everywhere I went just in case I had the slightest opportunity to work on it. No more turning on the light on my nightstand and picking up the pen and paper I keep there because plot points, dialogue and other minutia that had eluded me all day suddenly crashed and tumbled into my brain the moment my head hit the pillow that night. No more half listening to what someone in my family was relating to me (sorry, guys) because a small part of the story was taking up a major part of my mind. No more stressing out because I missed, yet again, a self-imposed deadline.
No more of my husband making dinner (bless his heart) because I’m busy working. Whoa! Wait a minute. Forget I said that as we move on.
For now, my life is full with or without more writing—isn’t everyone’s? For now, I’m enjoying not feeling compelled to get to that manuscript no matter what else is going on. For now, I’m taking time to simply read without having to edit and or write a review. With apologies to my writer friends, a real luxury for me. For now, I can allow myself to spend time mindlessly watching television without feeling guilty about it. For now, I’m catching up on some long neglected housework.
Whoa! Wait again. I said some. No sense going crazy overboard there either.
You know what though? I’m starting to feel somewhat lost, at loose ends. Bored, even.
So what’s next for you? Jannine asked that in the e-mail acknowledging she’d received the manuscript.
What? I don’t know.
Are you going to start something new or rework an old manuscript?
Lord knows I have plenty of those. Still, I’m sure which way I want to go just now.
That was when it dawned on me. Ah, the possibilities. Which project do I want to tackle next? Ah, the possibilities. Limited only by the confines of my imagination and yours.
Ah, it’s great to be a writer.
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