A year ago, in November, my son and his wife were out
hunting, and if you know anything about hunting, it involves a lot of sitting
out in the woods, and waiting.
These young people were positioned where a small wooded area
served to separate fields of corn. While they waited, they talked, and came up
with a title for a book, and texted it to me from their position out in the
field. It was “Where the Forest Meets the Corn.”
I had an idea for the story and let it brew for the rest of
November and December, and began to write the book this past January. I started
with little plot or plan, something that is not my usual style, which may
account for why it was such a struggle at times.
At any rate, today I finished the story of Detective Gage
Donovan and his serial murder case. Its 320 pages long double spaced and 76,643
words in total. Now I will set it aside until well after the holidays. Set it
aside for me, but give it to a select few to read, for feedback.
Once I have the comments from my readers, I’ll begin the
editing process, which often proves a harder task than the original writing.
I’m done, and how nice to be able to set it all aside for
the holidays. I poured myself a glass of wine to celebrate, and had a few crackers
with a spinach dip I bought yesterday. See, I must have known I would finish it
today.
But no good deed goes unpunished; I’m having an allergic
response to either the crackers or the dip. My skin is itchy, with some red
areas, and I can feel the tightness around my eyes. Damn and I was having such
a feel-good, self congratulatory moment.
I think I’m going to have to go back to my old
standby...chocolate. Bailey’s, some hot cocoa and some Lindt’s chocolate.
Works for me.
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