else who could bear it?
I finished a story today. Well, the deadline was two weeks ago but it went into pre-edits so I wouldn't have plot holes big enough to drive a tractor trailer through. Thank goodness for a good friend who happens to be my editor. She knows she can be honest and tell me what isn't working and what needs resuscitative CPR.
This story is near and dear for a few reasons -
I wrenched it out of a dark corner of my mind where it wallowed since 2007. Never thought it would see the light of day...
And also because I alternately hated and loved seeing it transform and evolve from a story with a lot of insurmountable issues I didn't have the talent to deal with, to a workable story.
It began to live and breathe.
Only a writer understands that concept. It doesn't matter if you're the least-talented writer with the worst story on the planet, or the NYT bestselling author...your stories and characters become a part of you.
This was my story, it is a part of me.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending
And now I have to say goodbye. I nearly cried. What am I going to do without my fun heroine, who (sort of) took the stick out of her a$$ long enough to fall in love? How will I leave my lovely, dark, brooding hero who thought he'd live forever in the Darkness?
Now I know why authors write series. They can't let go.
Thank you, Decadent Publishing, for having faith and allowing me to bring it forth. And for my writing friends, you know who you are, who listened to me whine and bitch and cry because it wasn't happening or I couldn't do it, or something wasn't working. You guys are stellar friends and every writer needs one or two like you!
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened
~Theodor Seuss Geisel