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I’ve been on a bender. A writing bender, that is. (Well, there was some wine involved, but regular consumption doesn’t count and is good for you.)
I’ve convinced myself that I have no hopes of ever finding a real paying job due to the crappy economy, hiring freezes at all my previous places of employment, and my complete absence from the job market for the last seven or so years. I can imagine the human resources director, her face screwed up as if she has just been squirt with Tabasco sauce, as she reads that I have “wasted” nearly the last decade at home raising my kid. SHE manage to work and raise kids. What have I been doing all that time besides eating chocolate covered Oreos, taking tennis lessons, and catching up on all the fine daytime television programs on Lifetime and WE?
I’m not even going to begin to defend myself for being a SAHM and raising a fabulous kid. Or mention that I basically remodeled my house with my own two hands. Or that I wrote a book.
Oh wait, I haven’t finished that yet. But I’m working damn hard on it. I work on my manuscript as if it is a real job. If I win the writing lottery, it’s something which might actually earn me a pittance someday so I can deduct my lovely home office on my tax return. It’s something that brings me overwhelming joy and a sense of accomplishment some days, while others I want to chuck my laptop into the pool–kind of like a real job.
As of today’s count I am at 65,000 words. That’s a whopping 260 pages of words, my words, flowing across the pages…err…screen…and maybe they don’t all quite flow…yet… Okay, so I may have 260 pages of absolute crap that would embarrass a 5th grade teacher–I just don’t know yet. Some days I am exuberantly proud of what I created, others not so much. I hit my goal of 5,000 words per week for the last two weeks. I am inching closer to the end of my first draft, the plots are coming together in a somewhat tidy little bow and the end is in sight. I can get there, I CAN.
And then the rewriting will begin. The merciless editing. Can I rip sentences and entire scenes I agonized over for hours or even days to shreds? Will I be able to banish them from the manuscript completely into the black hole of the delete button? Can I do it? Am I that strong? I think I need an editing boot camp class.
I am desperate to find some critique groups, others writers or editors who can read whatever crap I may be spewing out and tell me how utterly screwed up it is (and how to fix it). I need to reread all the grammar and structural guides I poured over during school. I want my killer Northwestern journalism professor to attack my printed pages with his omnipotent purple pen, slashing away at my misplaced modifiers and dangling participles.
But first I must just do it. Writing is something I love, something I need…even if some days I am terrified of my own keyboard.