I had no idea what I was putting myself up to, but I settled upon writing a book in one year's time.
Obviously it took a little more than a year. Let's be honest, I had no idea what I was doing. I wrote my first scene and sent it to one of my best friends. Her email might as well have been a death glare. She said it was trash. (Ok, she didn't say that, but I'm sure that's what she thought.)
I sat down to write it all again. I was so proud of the second draft. It was fifty pages. I sent it to a printer and held it in my hand like it was a bar of gold. I shared it with another friend. She let the red ink fly.
This cycle continued for a year and a half. Write. Share. Revise. Edit. Share. Scrap. Rewrite. There was no pattern. I just kept growing the story and pruning the dead ends. And finally, the end is near. Soon I will publish my first novel and go on to start the journey all over again.
Enjoy,
JG
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