On November 30, 2012, I birthed a bouncing baby novel (50,221 word, 186 pages, middle grade/YA, thank you nanowrimo!) Though a joyous moment, I was tempted to tell the doctor to tie my tubes — I am not doing this 30-day thing again, (but then again, that’s how I felt last November 30. No really, 2.5 kids and a dog is enough.)
After writing for hours a day, all I wanted to do was read. So upon penning the proverbial “The End” I did not want to write another word, which is why I haven’t blogged since, and am simply enjoying a good old fashion library book (yes, they still exist and yes, I still borrow them). I haven’t even written our family’s Christmas update, yet!
I also keep getting story ideas; so I’m tempted to jump to the next project without polishing the last. Any seasoned writers out there who can help with my pseudo-schizophrenic writing problem? (Seriously, I can use tips here.) Until there’s a solution, I shall engage in both simultaneously.
I am super excited to have pushed this baby out, I believe it has great potential! But I’ll leave it be for a few weeks, the distance is good and I can bask in the sunlight of being “done” just a little longer. But then comes the growing pains, the hard work of editing and making each sentence “sing.” Maybe one day it will grow up to be a mature young book, by God’s grace, one that will make people laugh and bless them, too.