If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know I participated in a little thing called NaNoWrMo (National Novel Writing Month) this past November. It was a dark and trying time. I’m not dramatic.
I pumped out a whopping 1,667+ each day except Thanksgiving (because come on!). I met my goal — finishing. Finishing has always been an issue for me. But, I did it. I gained confidence and a really terrible cold/cough (but let’s not talk about that six to eight week nightmare).
Allowing my novel sit in a corner and think about what it has done…wait….letting it sit for December and half of January, I finally began the first round of the editing process. I have no idea if this story will ever see the light of someone else’s day, but I feel I need to finish this first round of edits. You know, finishing. Don’t quit. And all that.
Here’s the thing. I’m in the middle. The same middle, when writing, made me want to quit. It was hard. Quite frankly, I was surprised. It was kind of like the awkward teen years hard. I assumed the beginning or end would be the worst. Silly, silly girl. That middle is not a nice girl.
Editing that same middle? I am so discouraged. I’m not being dramatic. Seriously. There are inconsistencies, dialog and more that has me questioning this whole writing thing.
Yet, this is something I MUST wade through. I must dive in deep and swim to that ending. So, I am letting it sit for a few days (not weeks) with plans to return in an attack mode; clean it up and make it beautiful.
I’m learning about myself through this process. Writing a book has been a dream since I was in Junior High. But, maybe it has never been about the book this whole time. Maybe it is the journey of writing turning into the journey of finding me.
Whatever you, my dear reader, are doing or working toward, don’t give up. Will it look like you planned? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it’s not about the finish, maybe it is about the journey in the middle. Because . . .
One needs to travel through the ugly to get to the beautiful.