The beginning of the end

Though obviously this blog is moving as slow as molassas, my book is progressing.

Today is the beginning of the end--the day I go away for twenty-four hours and plot out how I will reach the end of the story. I reached about the half way point of the book this week--142 pages, with a couple of sections left blank, waiting to be filled in with information (ie clues) when I finally get around to figuring it out. In order to go on, I realized that I had to go away for an extended time and map it all out.

I'm only going to my grandmother's second floor (my personal garret, which also serves coffee, by the way), but it gets me away from the regular grind of housework, children, pets, homeschooling, and all the rest of the things that need my attention. Dear Husband is going to take over my duties for 24 hours...

I am looking forward to this time away (plus it fulfills my goal for this month's Once a Month Change Your Life Club), but in all honesty, I'm scared. It's funny, I never considered fear to be a part of writing, but it is. It's alot like the stage fright I used to get when I did theatre. Anticipation mixed with a fear of failure, maybe.

August 21, 2005

Tomorrow I begin grinding out a story again. After a month of waiting for my i book to be repaired, I finally have it back. It's actually a little scary thinking about sitting in front of the screen again, hashing out plots and intrigue. My prayer is that when it's over, the book in front of me will be worth reading. Writing is far less glamorous than it is character building. (Aha, ha...I just got it...maybe I'm better than I hoped!) I am learning so much about perserverance. I will never again be quite as impatient with a badly written novel....well, I will at least give the author credit for finishing!