Ding dong, the book is done! Is it really done? No, it’s been sent to my editor, and she will come back with changes and questions and vacuous plot holes, but that is an anxiety attack for another day. Today, I am celebrating that I don’t have to immerse myself entirely in that world.
Now don’t get me wrong, it was awesome, being able to sink into the story for sixteen or twenty hours a day. “Being able to” is one thing, but “having to” is another. It’s been a little like condensing four years of college into two months. I learned a lot and my career will be better for it, but I cannot recommend it. At 21, neglecting sleep, eating erratically, and pushing through no matter the cost were, though certainly not comfortable, entirely doable. Not so when you enter the thirty-somethings. At least, not without repercussions.
I learned so much during these last two months– about story structure and about my own process. I thought I had a first draft before. I didn’t. I had characters who rambled around doing things that, though interesting at that time, served no larger story goal. God bless my beta readers, is what I’m saying.
So what will I do now with this wealth of free time on my hands? First, I will snuggle with my kids and sing the praises of my amazing, picked-up-all-the-slack husband. Then I’m going to read. Pat Conroy and Helen Fielding both released books while I was in the trenches and I must– must– read them. Then I’m going to knit socks and watch the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy and remind myself why I love fantasy. Last, I’m going to be outlining the next book in the series, because as thrilled as I am to be back in my own world, I can’t stay away from my story world for long.
So what have you been doing while I neglected you? What else have I missed?