I’m pages from the end of my rewrites of A CUP OF DUST (the novel I’m currently writing).
Can I tell you that this is the point in the writing process where I wonder if the book is any good at all. And this is also the point where I realize the true word count. It actually looks like a novel now. Feels like one, too.
My friends, it’s a good feeling to know that an idea you had less than a year ago has formed into a full story. It wasn’t just on my small abilities as a novelist. This book has been supported by you. Truly.
And, as the process of submitting to publishers continues, I’ll keep up my appreciation of your encouragement and love. And I’ll do my very best to lift you up too.
For now, I need to finish up this leg of the work. I’ve got miles and miles left to go with this one. It’s thrilling.
So, I hope you’ll excuse me, but I need to get back to the novel.
But first, I have to plunge the toilet.
This is the glamorous life.