Today is July 1- Happy Birthday, Canada!
June, my friends, was a complete and utter blur. I spent long days at the school library going through all my tasks to close it up for the summer, and several nights with book club wrap-ups, end of school year shindigs and trucking kids back and forth from soccer games/practices.
I literally woke up today feeling like a time traveler who skipped over the month of June and suddenly found herself in July.
Don’t ask me if I got any writing done. You know the answer to that.
However, now that summer holidays have started and I am three days in, I did indeed do a little writing.
You’re not going to like this.
It seems I literally time-travelled with my writing, too. I’ve gone right back to the beginning. I am re-writing Chapter One — again. It’s just that I can’t seem to move forward with it nagging at me. I don’t think I need to redo the other chapters I’ve completed, but Chapter One is 22 pages long — way too long for a Young Adult book, and I think I really need to do some fine-tuning. Plus I had a better idea for an opening.
All this is making me feel sick inside, because my “big plan” this summer is to finish the manuscript. Yup, you heard me right. Finish it.
My mother and father-in-law will be arriving mid-August, and I know it won’t be completed by then, but I’m hopeful the brunt of it will, and I’d love to plop it in their hands and say, “Just a few more chapters, and it’s done!”
Can you believe it?
I’m just trying hard to block out my dad’s voice saying it will never get written. He seems to be talking louder these days.
But boy, I can be stubborn, too.
Let’s see what happens.
