So, I’ve come to the most godawful part of the writing process. Within the next week or so Morning Star will be finished, and it’s all I can do not to delete the entire manuscript. I’m terrified that it’s bad, and I’ve been working on it so long I hate it with the heat of a thousand suns.
I would almost fear for my sanity, but Lisa assures me that I talk this way when I get to the end of every story. And, as I think about it, I do the same thing when I get to the end of a quilt project too. Most of the time I’m so driven to finish that I stop sleeping. So maybe it’s sleep-deprivation? Bottom line is, if I’m crazy, at least I’m consistently crazy. Yet another benefit of having a good partner, they keep you centered. Or at least they’ll listen to your crazy rants and tell you you’re crazy.
Actually, the only reason I’m finishing it is that my editor actually wants to see it. (What can I say? I’m a pleaser.) I should start edits on Pussycat soon, and I’m really psyched. My editor likes the book, and I think you guys will too. I’m nervous. Anytime you go into someone else’s culture there is some trepidation, but I don’t think I did anything egregious.
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good luck! i so cannot wait for the Pussycat book.