As with all things in life, it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. It may appear that I am very slow in accomplishing my goals, but I will never be a book a year author. My goal is not to rush through and push out a new book, rather it’s to let it grow of its own accord. This cocoon is squirming as metamorphosis occurs. My original plot struggles to survive and hopefully emerge renewed as my research continues. My hope is that time and patience will soon reveal an exciting plot and realistic characters to me.
I recently reread the first few “pages” of my proposed book, and I know that somehow these characters will make it into my next novel, but oh my goodness, the primary sources I’ve had the privilege of interviewing are amazing and are totally overwhelming me. I believe I have enough for three or four novels. Now, I must sort through and let the music of these souls speak to me as they come together to share a story with you.
It will be extremely fulfilling to complete this endeavour after these many months of pondering and pouring over the most fascinating information, but as they say, “Good things come to those who wait.” I am excited for the wait to end and the story to take control of my keyboard. It has already taken control of my heart.