Well, I’ve had a great writing week. As I’ve been telling you, hell’s a-poppin’ in good ole Stone Creek. I can’t hardly wait to get there, but I’m taking the weekend off to veg around out at the lake. It’s my reward for working hard all week.
When I first bought the lake house, the plan was to work there. Problem is, I don’t work. I take one look at the water, and all the stress drains out of me, and I take a nap! I read, I journal, or play with the dogs, or work with polymer clay. Everything but writing! So now, at least for the duration of this book, it will be a reward and a refuge.
As of today, I’ll have 200 manuscript pages. Half the book. I do plan to print them out and read through them at the lake, just to make sure I’m keeping everything straight. For me, writing a new book is rather like a train climbing a mountain. At first, it’s a pretty steep haul up the grade, but when I reach the peak, it’s all down hill. With the second half of a book, it’s hard to keep up. I write at breakneck speed and have to be very careful to tie up all the loose ends. Fortunately, Joan Marlow-Golan, my super-editor, catches what I miss.
Although I’m always glad to wrap up a book, since mentally I already have one foot in the next one, it’s a little sad, too. It’s like sending a beloved child off to college, hoping they’ll do well in the world.
More on Monday, unless I’m just bursting with things to tell you over the weekend.
Make it a good one.
