If I had realized how much work it was going to be to write this book, I am not sure if I would have had the courage to start it. Even now, more than 76,000 words into it, I am not sure I have what it takes to finish it. Somewhere along the way I began to enjoy part of the process, though, and I can only hope that with more practice, it will get easier and I can spend more time enjoying the writing and less time agonizing over every word.
Every time I think I have the end of the book planned out, I realize that I need to add or change some of the details. Each time I do that, I am positive that THIS time I have it, this time I am ready to finish the book. Then, I write a few thousand words and realize something is missing or isn’t going to work. Tonight I’m in the positive end of that cycle. I sat down with my mom, then my dad, and then with my bestest friend, Chris, and outlined the ending. I still have to actually write it, but now I have a definite plan and I am feeling good about it. To celebrate, I took the evening off and watched TV and played Freecell. Word count, schmerd count, right?
The fact that you’re actively writing and working on improving it is what really matters. 🙂 I know you set a specific goal, but forward progress is still a really good and awesome thing.
I’m excited for you! That’s such a huge work to be undertaking, and you’re already so far. It’s awesome. 🙂