The end is near (of the novel, not the world)

Reblogging from Ilana DeBare’s blog, Midlife Bat Mitzvah. Ilana is a writer whom I met in a writing workshop several years ago and her posts are so funny, revealing, and honest. This one in particular illustrates the painful lows and highs of being a writer, so I thought I would share it.

Midlife Bat Mitzvah

I’ve been working on the first draft of a new novel for slightly more than a year. Progress has been in small steps punctuated by constant breaks: My halftime job at Golden Gate Audubon gives me the rest of the week to write, but the paying work often creeps over into the unpaid work and then there are all the other interruptions of family, holidays, life.

This week, though, I’ve reached the last chapter.

Audubon work was relatively contained in June so I got on a roll. I saw the end of the book ahead of me, a long straightaway after winding through mountains. I was writing a lot! I became unusually spacey, caught up in imagined conversations between my characters while driving or taking my spin class or buying groceries. I was so distracted that I locked my keys in the car at the gym last week.

locked-out Evil…

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About Gabriella West

Indie writer/editor and author of historical novel TIME OF GRACE and contemporary LGBT romance ELSIE STREET.
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