Island Life, Word Birds & Process #5
By nature I’m a lark. I go to bed early, get up early & I’m rarely out after dark without a note from my mother. I’m known for my early starts. After tea & a read – maybe some hand-written notes – I attend to the chores, write my daily Letter to America, see to anything urgent in my inbox, take a peek at Facebook & begin work around ten o’clock.
Over the past week, instead, I’ve been at my desk around seven o’clock. Still in my PJs & with only the tea drunk, the book read & the cat fed, I’ve ignored everything else and written my heart out. I have no idea why, only that I’ve been waking up excited & single-minded & the result is a huge number of words.
It’s a double-edged sword mind. I’ve reached the tricky third quarter of the tricky second book. I’m aware of sag & clutter, of wandering off on extraneous tangents. It’s highly likely the thing is rubbish & I’m deluding myself it’s going to work. I know a lot of writers give up at this point, abandon the story & begin a new one. It smacks too much of the revolving door to me. And I know the ending, even though it isn’t in sight. I’m in too deep to give up and start again.
At least I can sense it, which is an improvement on a week ago.
Terri-Lynne DeFino said:
Press on, my dear, press on! The end might be in sight, but it’ll appear over one hill or the next and how fabulously you’ll go running (or tumble!) down to it.
At least you have the courage to begin!!! Along with a determination to see it through to the end… Qualities I admire intensely (perhaps because I lack them, myself).
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Carol Lovekin said:
That’s very kind of you. Thank you! It’s a common experience apparently – ‘second book syndrome’ – which I need to get my head around. I’m very determined though! xXx