It’s My Job

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.  
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