My novel is going painfully slow…
All I want is to be done. To throw in the towel and say “it’s not worth it”. To wash my hands and give it to God.
Most days I have an inkling of this.
For I only get 2-3 pages edited in one sitting, which is usually 2-3 hours long.
No sugar coating that.
And then I get to a scene in my novel that takes my breath away.
That has a life on its own…and I certainly am unsure how that happened.
And I say to myself, “This is what keeps me going…”
For I know if it impacts me, it will impact you and hopefully more so since I know it’s all make-believe. For the most part.
Putting your heart and soul into words and on paper is never easy. In fact, I would say it’s one of the hardest tasks man does.
Yet the reward is unfathomable.
And I can only dream you will one day think so as well…