I am done. I finished Persy’s Song this morning. For a long time, I was ashamed of how long this was taking. I was disappointed with myself for not “finishing what I started.” I don’t think I realized some of the baggage I carried around due to life events that have bombarded me during my short writing career. One in particular, that occurred just as I released my first novel, and was in the process of writing the climax of my second. I haven’t want to think or talk much about it because it just sounded like excuse making. And I was ashamed.
Today, I am proud.
I’ve learned a lot about myself in this process, and I suppose that is really the great thing about any creative endeavor. Maybe, if your lucky, the creation is happening to yourself and not just your piece.
Tomorrow, I’ll start a new story. Sometime in the next week I’ll turn on spellcheck and get the typos corrected. So I can get this to Jill for the first read of Persy’s Song.
The sculpture displayed here is The Rape of Persephone by Bernini. One of the inspirations for the story. If you’re interested in the other, you can do a You Tube search for Bob Dylan’s “Percy’s Song.” (with a ‘C’ not an ‘S’).
Talk to you soon.