Promise

I’ve always heard you’re supposed to tell everyone when you go on a diet because going public holds you more accountable.

Well, I’m not going on a diet but I am jumping into the deep end, and you’re the first to know.

After a couple of months struggling to find my footing with a middle grade project, I had a revelation: I didn’t like it. It wasn’t a book I’d pick up to read. The fact my wonderful critique group was also finding it hard to connect with the MC only validated my suspicions.  

So what’s a writer to do when things aren’t working? Throw it out and do something else. And that’s what I’ve been doing. I even went out and bought a new journal even though I’d only used a dozen or so pages of my last one. This one is a wonderful, soft leather and sometimes I pick up and smell it and then hug it to my chest. My kids think I’ve lost my marbles. But really I’ve just found them. 

This new project is a different genre (YA) and WAY too ambitious for someone who’s been writing fiction for a mere two years. But that’s what makes it exciting - there’s no way I can succeed so - on the flip side - there’s no way I can fail!  

I’m having fun writing again. I wake up and go to sleep thinking about my book, which at least in my head, is fully formed and just waiting for me to commit it to page. 

Promise.

Don’t you just love that feeling?