I GOT SOUL BUT I’M NOT A SOLDIER
I have another novel under my belt. I’m not even kidding. DONUT DAYS is done. And it’s nothing like what started and pasted a few posts ago. It’s totally different. And way better.
My fabulous and most bestest writing friend Ellen helped me get it to that solid place during our writers’ retreat a couple weeks ago. I wish I was still there, acutally, writing every day as the ocean roared just off the balcony. What a time that was. I pounded out the shell of a novel in five days. I know it sounds crazy but I did. And the craziest part of ALL of it, is that it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever written.
I am bringing DONUT DAYS with me to New York and hopefully I’ll find an agent for the thing.
And you know what else is really weird? I don’t have that crazy, impatient, panicky feeling about DONUT DAYS that I had with THE DISAPPEARED. It’s like, I know it’ll get published so I’m not freaking out about it. I’m okay with whatever happens, whenever it happens. I think it’s grace, actually. Grace, finally, that I didn’t deserve but that I received when I finally wrote something worth getting published.
How’s that for breakthrough?