The holidays are finally over, for the most part. Where I live, Mardi Gras is right around the corner. I am no more in the mood for that festivity than I was for Christmas. I have no idea what my problem is, my holiday celebration switch seems to have been turned to the off position.
Maybe it’s because I have so much going on in my life right now. I’m at a crucial part of my journey as an author. In one week, my book will be sent to my publisher for the final edit. I have been feverishly working to this point. I’ve been excited to arrive at this point. Now that I’m here, I find myself holding my breath. I need to either exhale or pass out. Not sure which one it’s going to be just yet.
I’m going through the final read, or not, of my book. I still find myself making changes, adding and/or deleting words, passages, chapters. I’ve been told this is normal. I’ve been told that I will never be entirely happy with my book. I’m not sure how I feel about this either. In the five months since I started this journey, I have learned so much, and still have so much more to learn. It’s all a process, one I’m willing to endure for the greater good.
One of the things that is keeping me excited about my story is that though the first book is coming to an end, the story isn’t. The second book will pick up where the first ended. My head is full of ideas and plans for my characters, and secondary characters coming into play. The second book is probably over half written, but I have learned so much about writing and editing that it will undergo a major overhaul when I start on it again. In the meantime, I’m making notes. I’m not up to par with Sav’s post it notes, but I’ve got a heck of a detailed outline in the making. The only thing I haven’t figured out is how many books are going to complete this series. I’m pretty sure that will come to me soon enough. For now, I’ve got a story to tell.
Till next week,
~ Madison
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