It’s finally happening. My editor gave me the list of revisions I need to make on my novel. Happily, I think they’re spot-on, and will make the plot more exciting without altering the story’s heart. My deadline is just three weeks away.
It is causing me to panic slightly. I know I’ll get the job done, but I want to accomplish this not merely passably but really well. I am not thinking of the edits as a laundry list of required changes, but as an opportunity to implement some great ideas. So basically, along with the aforementioned panic, I feel genuine excitement.
I know I’ll be giving up stuff, like strolling aimlessly around the neighborhood or meeting friends for coffee. Laundry will get done, and I’ll still go for a run every morning. But the toughest thing for me to forego is posting here, at least on a daily basis. Just thinking about it causes what can best be described as separation anxiety.
Trust me, I know this is not normal. I also know you all will survive the three week blog hiatus just fine, but I’m a little bit worried about me. This is going to sound weird, but I have always felt the designation “followers” to describe those of you willing to read what I write is a misnomer. I consider you friends, and what I write feels like starting up a daily conversation that for some reason doesn’t seem delusional or one-sided.
I told you this would sound weird, but I could point out that many things that sound weird at first, like Pythagoras’s assertion that the earth was round, turn out to be totally true.
This past week I was told that my approach to pretty much everything is all or nothing. I agree. That’s why I can’t just slap stuff up here over the next few weeks like a place holder. I have to think our relationship matters too much. I know it does to me.
I will miss you, my friends, but I’ll be back.