My Muse and I have reached a truce. I have promised that I will keep working on the new manuscript that I started for NaNoWriMo if She will leave me alone to work on the edits for Gossamer Dreams. So far, it seems to be working. I twisted around and around and around how to resolve some character motivation issues almost a month ago on my way to Starkville, Mississippi and just could not make the pieces fit. I felt like I was trying to put a square peg into a round hole. As anyone knows who has attempted such a feat, it ain’t easy.
Then, on Wednesday, on my way to the Indiana State Fairgrounds in Indianapolis, the resolution hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going at it all wrong. Instead of trying to figure out Cole’s motivation and change that, I needed to adjust Rebecca’s.
It probably means a total rewrite of two-thirds of the manuscript, but that’s okay. Once I get into it, it won’t take long—if I can convince my family to leave me alone to write. I love my family to pieces, but they still just don’t understand when I have the headphones on and my fingers are flying over the keyboard, I really am working. My job is writing.
As supportive as my DH is, he doesn’t quite understand that I have to view this as a full time job. That means a 9 to 5 job—or a 8 PM to 4 AM—or whenever I can put those hours in. Somehow, my family just doesn’t view this as a job. Sigh…
Now, if only my Muse can talk to them and tell them to leave me alone when I’m writing.