The Magic Button

I hit the button. You know… the one that says, “Publish Your Book.”

I thought I was prepared for it. Instead, the following emotions were as strong as they were conflicted. I didn’t sleep a wink.

Emotion 1: Relief. The product is final. I’ve made the decision to conclude my editing, and there it is. Now I won’t be compelled to spend every waking hour scrutinizing the words, and loathing every single thing that impedes me from doing so. Who cares if anyone likes it, anyway? I had so much fun writing it, it doesn’t matter. *exaggerated sigh*

Emotion 2: Exhilaration. I really did it! I’ve been working on it for months and months, and at times thought I’d never finishbut I did! Now I can work on the rest of the series, and even some of the side projects that have my fingers itching! I love writing! *hyperventilating*

Emotion 3: Regret. …Wait, people can actually read it? Like real people? What if it’s a complete mess? What if they hate my characters? What if it’s an utter piece of crap, and I’m too jaded to realize it? What have I done? *stares at the floor in shock*

Emotion 4: Relentless Nervousness. My hands tick. I might be sweating a little bit. My thoughts are racing much too fast for me to keep up. *eyes twitch*

Emotion 5: Acceptance. This one is still coming along, but it’s breaking through. It’s a “what’s done is done” kind of thing. If the readersif there are anyenjoy it, I’ll meet a bliss I’ve never known. If they don’t, well… it’s my first novel. I can improve my writing, because there is one concrete truth in all of this:

I will keep writing.

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A Hand-Drawn Map

I feel that writing a story is, conditionally, similar to taking a lengthy road trip. Here are the two most important conditions for this analogy: 1.) The author is always the driver, and 2.) The driving (writing) process is work, yes, but it’s not so mind-numbing. For this analogy, let’s say driving is magical.

So, I’m driving, leading my story to where it needs to go. And a drive it is; teleportation is not an option. Although I can’t make it instantaneously, I know my destination. I know where I want to stop and enjoy the scenery. I have a pretty good idea of where my roadblocks and pitfalls can be found; I even know what my destination looks like.

I’ve a hand-drawn map lying across my dashboard and a Grande Soy Vanilla Latte in my cup holder. I don’t bother gluing my eyes to my map. After all – I drew it, didn’t I? And if I pay too much attention to it, I’ll miss the beauty of the drive. So, I become immersed in it, happy to be lost in the journey. But sometimes I reel myself in, glance over to my guide…and I don’t recognize the road I’m on.

What? I didn’t plan this place; I didn’t even know it existed!  …but it’s totally fine. It’s better, even. I didn’t know this character had this depth to them. I didn’t know this conflict would arise.

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