52, 238 words to be exact.
I know I haven’t been here in forever. But, with good reasons. One of them being that March was extraordinarily busy. The other was that I’ve been trying to finish up this book using fake deadlines. I work well under pressure, so I thought I would do everything I could by April 2nd. I would be meeting a friend of mine for lunch then, a friend who can write and who’s opinion I value very much. I wanted to be able to give her as much of this book as I could. I couldn’t sleep. I got anxious. I grew addicted to Reese peanut butter eggs. It was like a real deadline until I realized it wasn’t and then I calmed the eff down.
I gave the book (the book!) to her and to Scott. I needed fresh eyes to stare at this thing for a while. I had become a zombie, a writing zombie, but still a zombie in front of the computer. Scott has already given me suggestions and ideas. Oh, and he gave me the book’s purpose. I have been writing this story with no concrete idea of what this story is about. I figured it would just reveal itself to me as I wrote. Well, I hoped that it would. There are definite themes in the book, but I needed a central theme – something that says, this is what the book is about. So, now I can say it’s about identity. I’ll write more about that another time.
I can’t believe all of this writing actually made its way to a book. Or my almost book. Because I’m looking at the second half and it needs changes and more direction. But, I’ll get there. I’ll create another deadline.