Hallelujah. I’ve finished Chapter 13. Finally.
Yes. It’s been almost 2 months since my last post and frankly since my last chapter as well. I wish I had a good excuse. I’ve come up with several including
- It was Christmas
- It was Hanukkah
- We got a kitten
- One of my bffs had a baby
Actually, all of these are true.
But distractions aside, I’m finding it difficult to find the motivation to get cracking on the second half of the book. And I’m not sure why. I mean I’ve finished outlining all the chapters to completion, I’ve merged four chapters so technically I’m more than half way there, but somehow I still drag my feet getting into the chair.
I think because the process of writing this book has outlived the initial burst of enthusiasm that I had for writing it. To be clear, I want to finish this book and I’ve got plans for at least two more in the series, but that honeymoon period phase is officially over. I want to shelf it for six weeks, have a ginormous party, and then <optimism>start revision which I actually think will be easier than expected</optimism>.
So how do I get to the end?
By taking a class of course. I thought I might become inspired or at least “competitively attuned” if I was surrounded by other budding novel writers. Hence the novel writing course. One night a week. How bad could it be? Well, it might’ve been okay if I wasn’t also taking beekeeping, medicinal herbology, intro to sustainable living, cider making, and well, I had to draw the line at forging. Although I was sorely tempted at the thought of making my own pot rack. You get my drift. Crazy times, right?
Wish me luck. If you get a chance, drop me a line with some positive reinforcement. Like my friend Elizabeth’s birth plan, it doesn’t hurt to say a few encouraging words like, “You look beautiful. You’re doing great. Come on, one more push!”