Well, after a considerable hiatus, I've decided to return to the ol' blog. So much is going on with my writing right now, and I want a place to store my thoughts, as my head just can't hold on to it anymore. I also want something my daughter can see when she's older, and maybe gain an understanding of what it is I do at the computer all the time (thus limiting her time to type her name and other choice words over and over again).
Writing is my passion. I'm almost thirty-five. I hate that it took me so long to figure it out, and in turn really figure out myself, but such is life. However, it can take up a good part of my free time, depending on where I am in the process. I try to be a good mom. Most of the time it works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I want her to know what makes me passionate, and maybe find whatever it is that she loves a whole lot earlier than I did.
So more to come. I'm horribly tired today from staying up too late writing, so chasing down my thoughts in a coherent manner isn't going to work. So onto my fifth draft. It's mostly finished. A few chapters to write, a few things to add in and change, and then it's read/revision time. Five drafts. At least five years. I've written other things too, but this novel just haunts me. The drafts are kind of a timeline of my progress. Most amazing is to compare draft one with draft five. I've learned so much, matured so much, gained a better understanding of the craft of writing a novel. This story, these characters, they're a part of me. No matter what happens in the end, whether it gets shelved for good or published (because it'll be one or the other), it will always be a part of me.
Signing off to survey the wreckage of last night's late session.