Brushing the dust off a few-years-old novel and reworking it.
It feels like skipping the draft and going right to the FUN, which is revising! Lots of work ahead, though. I've got a fire crackling in the hearth, and I just may grab an Angry Orchard.
Love storytelling! Love!
As soon as I posted it, I had a thought: How many of my friends will read this and think, why does she spend so much time on this? It's not getting her anywhere.
Seriously. I had that thought.
Thing is, folks on the "outside" (muggles, as it were) don't understand why. You and I and everyone else who crafts words DEEPLY UNDERSTAND. This is my career, my calling, my Number One Thing. And I continue to write because I intend to be published, and then to continue to write, and to continue to be published, and so on. 'Til the grave.
I've been on Facebook for
If I'm not careful, those kinds of thoughts will lead to seeds of self-doubt, which happens to be a writer's nemesis. Am I right? So instead of dwelling on the what-do-my-friends-think, I came here to write this post instead, because you and I are in this together, and I know you get it.
I'm a writer, and I can't pretend to be anything less. And neither should you.
And that's all I have to say. Because...I need to go write now.
And so do you.