So I've been absent lately, but with good reason. I've been slaving away at the second draft of "Fresh Ice," and I've just sent the final chapters to my dear critique partner.
It's exciting, getting to this point. I like this point. This is when writing is fun. Gone is the stressful "blank pages" stage, when you have no clue who your characters are, or what they're going to do. Gone are most of the dead end chapters, the pages of pointlessness. Instead, you know your characters so well, you're the puppet master making them dance. (And then if you sit too long on a book, the characters make you dance.)
I'm also excited because I finally found a cover artist, I hope. She's tackling the cover for this book, a cover I have seen so clearly since the first time I pictured a cover for the book. I hope she can manage it for me. I'm confident she can!
|Not the new cover.|
Today I love being a writer!