I’ve been writing my latest novel, Flying Lessons, for three years now. I couldn’t believe it when I realized it had been that long. I really should be done by now, but it wasn’t all my fault. This isn’t the-dog-ate-my-homework excuse I used to use in elementary school. I promise it isn’t. It’s just that when I was about halfway through the novel we moved to England. Let me tell you, that didn’t go very well at all. We ended up loosing most of our money. Here loosing our money means spending on a motel room because we couldn’t find anyone to rent to us because we had no credit in the UK. We didn’t gamble it all away on the horse races or anything like that.
Once we did find a place to live we were so stressed we couldn’t manage to do much of anything. We just spent all our time working our behinds off trying to survive. It was a crazy time. There was no time for writing or anything else creative. How can you be creative with all that pressure on you? I really can’t that’s for sure.
Recently, things have been getting a bit better for us and I’ve been able to sit down and start working on my novel again. I have to say I really like it. I don’t mean to sound arrogant or anything, but when I read my books I usually really like them. I write the type of books I want to read. Now I just have to find other people like me who want to read that kind of book.
Anyway, I’m still working on Flying Lesson and the end is definitely in sight. I knew how the book would end, but I’d been having a difficult time connecting the dots. I couldn’t quite figure out how to get from where I was to the end. I had a breakthrough today though. Breakthroughs are always good. Now I know exactly where the plot is headed and how to get there.
I love writing.