
My wife Evelyn took this picture.
I finished the first draft of the manuscript for Crossing The Wide Forever today. Weighing in at just over 67,000 words it’s the longest story I’ve written to date.
There seems to be a moment about seventy-five percent into every book that I have written thus far where the whole thing stalls and I worry that I’ve gone off the rails and have no idea how it’s all going to come together. I lose sleep, I fret, I drive my wife Evelyn crazy recapping scenes in the story. (She says not, but I’m sure I do.)
With a fourth cup of coffee in hand, my writing playlist piping in through noise-cancelling headphones and the lights in my studio dim… I write the next 1,000 words. Because you just have to. You have to push through to the other side.
Four thousand words later I crawl into bed, exhausted, frustrated, and dream about the book. Scenes flash through my mind like I’m watching a movie. And then it happens. Somewhere between asleep and awake, at about four o’clock in the morning the whole thing comes together in my head. I can see it all the way through.
In the dark I get up and go downstairs to scribble all of it down on a giant yellow legal pad. My cat Otis is happy. He finally has somewhere to sit. (Cats and paper, what is that?)
I’ve also noticed that every time I finish a book, the minute I type the words “The end,” I’m euphoric. My head feels lighter. I can finally stop worrying about these characters that I’ve been living with for weeks. I’ve gotten them through to the end and they’re going to be okay.
Everyone gets what they need in the end, except me, because now I’m feeling sad. I begin missing those characters. They have more stories to tell.
I email the acquisitions editor Sandy at Bold Strokes Books and tell her I have a great idea for a sequel. Sandy is always kind in her correspondence, so she promptly replies and gently reminds me sequels don’t sell as well. Sigh.
#TheWritingLife
Ahhh, the romantic life of a writer and the joys of writing a book. Gnashing teeth. Sweaty palms. Sleepless nights. Constant self-doubt. And when it’s finished we want to start all over again. What’s that???
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It’s nice to know you’re right there with me, friend 😀
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Yes. You nailed it. Happens to me. Every. Single. Time.
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Hiya —
Can I post this on the website? Mostly it will link to your author page there and eventually we’ll be able to link it to the book page 🙂
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Sure! Absolutely.
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Cats and paper … I think cats commune with the Cat Oversoul through paper. 😀
P.S. write those sequels anyway. I bet someone told JK Rowling magical schools for kids don’t ‘sell well’ either.
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