Yesterday I achieved what I wanted. I rewrote a part of my story that bugged me. I felt it was too long, maybe dragging on and there had to be a better way to write it. So I spent all day working at it. I wrote a few paragraphs then deleted them. Copied and pasted sections I wanted to keep then deleted them. I worked and worked, gaining a few inches but giving up feet. At one point, I stopped for dinner and a short walk with my boyfriend. Then I went back at it. Finally, around midnight, I finished. I didn't do the rewrites I thought I would and I didn't cut a ton, but it was different. It was rearranged, cut, added and then some. I was happy and that's what mattered. I printed out the rewrite, emailed it to my friend, Erin, who is kindly reading through it multiple times with a red pen, (she is having fun and doing a great job, I can't thank her enough!) Then I went to bed.
Now it's a new day and I'm thinking maybe I need to take a break from Tommy and his world. Just set his story aside and.... What am I going to do?
Seriously, folks, what am I going to do? I've been slaving away at Tommy's story for months! The idea of working on something else or *gasp* not writing at all has become SCARY! There are things I need to do, a move to finish packing for, jewelry or knitting that needs to be worked on, piles of books to read, but when I think about not working on Being Human I hit a blank wall. It's truly hard to think of doing something else when I've committed so much time into this one story! Even now, my blog is still talking about Tommy, my mind consumed with the events of his life.
What am I going to do?
There's more to that question than what this moment holds for me. One day Being Human will be done. It will be as finished as it can get and I'll set it free into the world (aka be published, remember to think positive!) and I'll be asking myself what am I going to do now with no idea what the answer is. I'll sit in a stump, knowing there's plenty for me to do, but not quite ready to dive into the next story (or pick up my knitting needles or finish that bracelet I started months ago.) Eventually, I'll recover and start the process over, diving into the next story, getting so absorbed that when I think of taking a break or the time comes for the story to be done, I'll stare, terrified and thinking, "What am I going to do now????"
I can not wait!