No matter what else is going on in my life, I’m passionate about my writing. When I have a project in mind, I think about it, I dream about it, and I must work on it at least a little bit. So, even with packing boxes scattered all over the house, with things staring at me that I must complete, with Mary’s birthday tomorrow, with concert weekend and all that implies with our volunteering, and movers coming in three days, I’m up before dawn yet again, trying to complete Chapter 16 of my newest book to my satisfaction.
It’s irresponsible, I know. I have things to do. I’m sleep deprived. I’m postponing the inevitable sorrow of leaving my home I’ve enjoyed, and here I am once again, slaving over just the right words for my character, Suzanne, to speak.
I guess it’s good motivation. I’ve just printed out the pages so I can look for extraneous things, places where I’ve used the same word over and over again, or my intense fear that my critique group with not understand my, what is that new term? Ah…deep point of view. The newest thing is contrary to everything I taught for forty years–to never leave a quotation by itself. Always be sure the reader knows who the speaker is. Now, that’s all thrown out, I hear. You show an action of the speaker. Really? And then, there are the comma police reminders awaiting me at our next zoom meeting. It’s okay. It makes me more vigilant.
Anyway, today I’m hoping to put chapter sixteen to bed, take a hiatus, and begin again in our new home. No time to write this weekend anyway, and the sun will be up soon today.
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