Over the years, I have found that I have been so critical of my own work, that I have taken so little time to celebrate my own accomplishments. Today I will celebrate one.
I began my WIP, Flight of the Heart, about nine years ago. It is the story of a young woman who witnesses a mob murder and is on the run, under the protection of a private investigator, who is helping to keep her alive until she can testify. I suffered writer's block when I reached the final chapter. I just could not figure out how to end the book. THEN my computer crashed and I was left with nothing but my hard copy.
Since then, I went through a divorce, and life just sort of took over. This year I finally got back to Sarah's story, and began the tedious task of retyping the story. This month, not only did I finish re-entering what I'd written, but Sarah's story finally reached it's conclusion. Now I could point out that the story is still only in it's rough draft, that it has a great deal of editing and rewriting to be done, that the characters are inconsistent, having been drafted over nine years... but I'm not going to dwell on those things. Today I'm going to pop the cork and celebrate a victory. Today, Sarah and I both get to celebrate the end of something.
We'll worry about the rest tomorrow.
Happy writing, everyone.
