Okay, so I’m changing my story up and pushing forward events to make things more exciting. It feels like I’m doing a patchwork quilt over here trying to re-jig things after making such a change. After a few weeks, I think I’ve smoothed over the big chunks and now I’m going after a few more loose ends.
Hopefully, in another six months I can finally give my story back to the betas for round two. Who knew writing would take so damn long?
I can recall being 12 years old and thinking, I should have written my first book by now because Gordon Korman already beaten me to the punch and wrote his first book by then. I adored This Can’t be Happening at Macdonald Hall. At such a young age I already felt like I had failed at writing.
When I was 14 I started writing the original story my now WIP is based on. It took me four years to write. Every summer I worked on it and finally after years of struggling I finally had something. Now, I’m sure, it’s a horrible cringe worthy disaster of a story, but that’s what being a teenager is all about. I don’t believe I have a copy of the original, frankly, I don’t want to see it.
Now, at 34, I’m a stronger writer and I have the life experience that lacked in my stories. Being so close to a dream and going through this editing is a tease, but I know it will be a struggle well worth it when this is all said and done.
After the betas, and I putz around with it yet again, I think I’ll hand it over to my editor and pray to the gods that she has nice things to say.
It’s truly never over, is it?