One year ago, I made the decision to set Yes Novel aside after fourteen months of hard work. I returned to a draft of a story I’d written earlier (Salt Novel) and now, a year later, I’m working through a revision plan of attack. My editor is on board. I love the characters. The story has a soul.
It’s all still so very hard. But rereading this post is a great reminder of how far I’ve come.
So, I’m sitting here debating how much I want to say, and instead, I think I just need to start.
This week has been wild.
On Sunday, depression surged up and wrapped its ugly hands around my throat. But I don’t mess around anymore. I called in all the reserves: meds, essential oils, tons of water, vitamins, meeting with my therapist, a chiropractic adjustment. By Wednesday, my world wasn’t ending anymore.
Which is interesting because on Tuesday I talked to my editor about Yes Novel, and she said, “Start over.”
Yeah, you read that right. Start over.
But guess what? That conversation made me so happy. I’m serious. Because I wasn’t feeling good about Yes Novel (haven’t been for a while!) and so to hear my editor say that she wasn’t either meant we were on the same page. That’s such a good feeling. I can’t tell you what a…
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