So I think this novel I’m promising is getting better every day.
Understand that I realize I sound outrageously puffy. There is a dark shadow lurking in the corner trying to remind me that I’m just one bad review away from a total crush, but for reasons I can not explain, I’m ignoring that creepy shadow and feeling really jazzed right now.
Editor Wayne’s suggestions were plentiful, but right on. I’ve rewritten a full chapter and am rethinking a number of points, escalating a character, and enhancing some dialogue here and there. And I’m really loving it.
Perhaps, it’s honesty. I’m digging deep and even though this is a made-up story (don’t try to find yourself in this story if you’ve known me a long time. I promise it’s fiction! 98% fiction.), I think baring your soul — even if it’s only to yourself — is healthy.
Frankly, I’m surprised to say that and to feel it, but it’s the aura of my moment and somehow that seems deserving of a blog post.
Dig deep and get bare my friends. It’s working for me.