Gosh there's so much I want to write about — so much on my heart, but since my blogging has been so sporadic these past few months I thought perhaps just writing about writing would be a good place to start.
I read the draft of the novel I finished last July. The time away from it has been invaluable. Because of it, I was able to see so many things that I wasn't able to before. I wouldn't say I was able to read it just as any third-party reader, but I was removed enough that I could SEE IT. I could see the story underneath the places where I was getting in the way.
Maybe to some seeing all those obstructions would be discouraging — but I feel relieved. Why? Because now I have an idea of what I need to do to make it better.
And more than anything, more than absolutely anything, I want this book to be the best that it can be.
Sure, perhaps it will never make it into the world and find readers all its own, but at least I will have done it the honour of chipping away at its dirt. Then hopefully it can be what its truly meant to be, and I can take the lessons and begin all over again.