...that I handed the blasted book in January 1!!
My husband recently asked me if enjoy writing. I said it's like exercise--I enjoy having written.
Okay, that's not entirely true. There are moments when a character does something that surprises me or the perfect word or image comes to mind. But, in general, writing is hard work for me. (I indelicately refer to it as having a bad case of verbal constipation.) When I face the blank computer screen to begin a new book, I feel overwhelmed. How will I ever "break the silence" and write that opening line that will capture readers and not let them go? How will I fill a page--how will I fill 400 pages?? (Yes, I know there are writers who get all chirpy when starting a new book--I've actually met one...and I'm very happy to say I didn't haul off and punch her.)
At this point I start to hyperventilate and I have to try to clear my mind of all the negative thoughts whirling around in my head like angry bees. I remind myself that a book isn't written in a day or even several days. (I'm sure someone has written a bestseller in a week, but it wasn't me.) I remind myself that if I keep my eyes firmly on the ground in front of me and not on the ground 20 yards ahead, I won't trip.
Actually, that's something I have to remind myself of often, even when I'm not writing.
Now I'm taking a little time to bask in the feeling of accomplishment (and to write promotional stuff--ick). At the moment, I love my book--and I probably will until I see it again in copy edits or get far enough into a new book to love that one more.