November 7, 2014

Remember the Fifth of November?

November 5, 2014
My great-grandmother would have been one hundred years old. Rachel Heffington's sophomore novel, Anon, Sir, Anon debuted. I got a whole blessed day off from work--after only returning to PA Monday from my ten days in the South. I had unpacked my books and writing things first. A tower of laundry teetered in a basket precariously perched atop the suitcase still at the foot of the bed. After I got real life out of the way not without some ungracious grumbles, to my novel I went.
Five and a half hours go by...
Wherein my family left at random times for their church activities, Google Docs was stubborn and stole forty-five minutes of my momentum...I forgot to eat dinner. But I did finish my quart of water and tall glass of iced coffee. Okay, and some chocolate.
7:45 pm
I typed the end of my historical novel, Amongst the Roses.
Unfolding myself from my office chair, my hips clicked as I stood and stretched, grinning wide through tears as I stared at the closing words of my novel. A tremendous weight lifted from my heart, and I felt at once emptied and filled. My brain felt emptied after the longest stretch of writing I've ever had. But I was so filled with elation and a gratitude that almost drove me to my knees.
This three hundred plus page novel of 111K words, a two and a half year endeavor, is complete.
This story behind this novel of mine isn't truly mine. It's God's.

All the emotional ups and downs of learning lessons about myself, living real life, learning to love my day job{!}, letting go of unrealistic expectations--like forty chapters. Yeesh. That was one very recently let go. I scrolled back quickly over the chapters, finding some favorite scenes, rediscovering others, noticing little grammar/formatting things needing tweaked, and I remembered a kaleidoscope of moments. Where I was when I wrote that scene. How I came to discover this piece of my characters regimental history. How I felt and what was going on in my life when I wrote these particular chapters.

Amongst the Roses is still a rough draft.
But a finished one.