I first got the idea for The Arrangement sitting in a meeting bored out of my mind. I noticed a small rip in the thigh of my tights and a scene started forming in my mind. I didn’t have character names, a setting, or even a plot in mind yet. Just an image of a man kneeling between a woman’s legs, ripping a whole in her pantyhose with his teeth. Eighty five thousand words later I have a book on my hands.
Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.
I reached a pretty big milestone in my writing journey a couple weeks ago. I finished the first draft of my first novel. The feeling of accomplishment in that moment is something I very rarely get to experience. The struggle to reach this point has taken over a year, I’ve literally cried over this thing, mostly when my son dropped our laptop on the floor and the hard drive got wrecked, losing half the work I’d done. That’s when I discovered the magic of The Cloud (ohhh ahhhh).
I know this isn’t just an issue for writers, it’s a modern day people problem.
At times I feel like I’ve taken so much onto my plate everything is going to spill off, creating a huge mess on the floor. Which I’ll have to clean up. I reach the end of my day and can’t remember where the time went. What in the heck did I accomplish? Cause it feels like not a whole hell of a lot, mostly due to all the stuff that still needs to be done.