For Monday, March 28, 2016:
“I will write my way into another life.”
I spent most of yesterday on the final (I hope) revisions of my soon-to-be novella, and by the end of the day I was exhausted. Even though I had been in my chair the entire time (with obvious breaks), I felt like I had raked the whole yard or painted several big rooms.
About mid-afternoon, when I was unbelievably sleepy, I asked myself why I was so tired. A few minutes later came the insight that I had undergone some time travel. I traveled a little northward to the town of the story and visited back and forth among the characters, and then back again. As a real-life introvert, I usually get tired if I do a lot of talking, or if I’m in a situation where a lot of talk is going on around me, and yesterday I did both. No wonder I was spent, and I am today still.
But oh, I had fun! It was like going home or to a favorite vacation spot. I was fully immersed in this fictional place and her people. Though I corrected typos, changed words and added others as I read, I felt as if I was really there and everything and everyone was real. It didn’t feel like work, it felt like a visit. A long, tiring one, but a visit nonetheless. It felt sociable.
I hope this is a good sign that the book is ready and that it’s halfway good. If I’m this tired, I think I must have done some decent work to fulfill William Zinsser’s adage that ‘Hard writing makes for easy reading …’.
At any rate, I’ve enjoyed working on this little book – it’s taken me to a new place, to new friends in a life that’s new for some of them and for me. I can’t wait to get back to work on the first draft of the sequel so I can meet up with them again, to see what they have in store for us next.