But now Hope gives me hope. I received some fantastic feedback that has helped me figure some of the things that just weren't clicking. That, and I've been doing more research (it's historical fiction), and am positively stoked about some of the things I've uncovered about this era (1910). So - yay! I'm in love with writing again. And *that* feeling is easy to carry over to my family.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
So if you scroll down a bit, you'll see that the main character of my work-in-progress, Hope, has been giving me FITS. I mean, the girl was downright nasty. Well, I'm happy to report that I've undertaken a major overhaul of this story, and she is now a rather pleasant person to spend time with! It's a good thing, too - after all, I take time away from my family to write. When Hope was buggin', I began to question why I was doing this. I'd walk away from the story feeling bitter and short-changed, like I was covering for a lazy co-worker. These feelings are difficult to relay to a 16-month-old: "Sorry Mommy's cranky, sweetie. The people who live in my head aren't playing nice."