There.
I typed it.
At last.
On the piece of…book that’s been giving me fits since November.
And how did I get there? By dialing back my ego, essentially shredding large parts of what I have already written for book three, and basically saying enough is enough.
Is it done? Not even close. But now I get to hand it off to Jewels so she can point out all the things that really need to be fixed, and those I just imagined were pure ca-ca.
There was a song back in the 80s called “A Whisper to a Scream“. Not one of my favorites because it was subtitled (Birds Fly), but I always think about it when I wrap a project like this.
I find writing books fall into two categories – trickle or stream.
Some books must be pried out with pliers and tears. Others gush out like water water burbling down a stream. Every once in a while, you get one that flows steady, but those seem to be even more rare than the gushers.
Now, I start dismantling book 3 and rebuilding. Wish me luck!
Glad you got to “the end.” Now you can go back to “the beginning” and put all the pretty finishing touches on it.
And when we read this book I’m sure it will be beautiful and flowing and perfect and we’ll have no idea it gave you such fits. Thanks for your continued perseverance!
Congrats on reaching The End again! You are amazing and infinitely inspiring!
My whispers turn to screams when birds fly by, so that’s an appropriate title and subtitle, and thank you for warning me away from ever listening to that song. 😀
Best of luck with your mantling and dismantling! xo