ast week, I literally sucked the marrow of my soul with an 8,000 word day. I attempted to push myself for another 2,000 words, and I literally couldn’t think of another word to say.
My first draft is around a week or so away from being completed. I’m already starting to revise parts in my head although I’m pushing through to finish the draft before drowning myself in edits and re-writes.
I met a fellow author at the coffee shop this morning. She’s on rewrite 12–she sold her book in 2008. It was exciting to see someone where I will be at some point.
Writing is a process just like life. I’m amazed at how I’ve re-written my life. If you had told me three years ago that I would be on the verge of finishing a novel, running my own company and loving the freedom and changes in my life, I would have told you that you were crazy, and that I didn’t have time to think much less write.
It’s a new world, a new life, and as the novel is ending, it’s just beginning.