I’m writing a book for two really lovely people, and I’m very excited about doing it. I’m also very frustrated by it, because it’s taking me for-freakin’-ever! But it’s well under way, and I get more and more done every day. I’m actually at a point now where I have to print everything out, cut it up, rearrange the bits of story until I’m perfectly happy with it, and then I can keep going.
In the meantime, I realized I need some more information, so I shot them an e-mail asking for what I need. I also sent them several excerpts from parts that I’m fairly happy with.
And it was terrifying.
Why? Because normally I’ll show what I’ve written to anyone and everyone. That’s part of being a writer. You want your work to be consumed, and I don’t mean by flames.
Izzy says it’s because they’re paying me to write the book. And perhaps she’s right. I really want them to be as happy with how it’s unfolding as I am, and I’m scared they won’t, and I’ll have to start all over again, and then what will I do?
Breathe in. Breathe out. It’ll be okay.
Only I’m checking my e-mail every 5 minutes to see if they’ve responded yet.