Hello Lovely Reader!!!
Fifteen thousand words and climbing! Tonight, I should cross 20K and then, it’s on toward glory.
Frank’s tickled pink, I must say; pleased as punch and happy as a church mouse in the cheese wheel. Or any other happy-like cliche you wish to toss into the fire.
Suffice it to say, I am giddy, too. As well as change will allow me, that is.
Fantasy was tough. I loved it (still do), but connecting with the story was difficult for me. It seemed that for every step forward, I took two steps back trying to explain (and understand) what it was that I had just written. It was time consuming, and in certain moments, down-right misery. I love reading it, I am not so certain I care to write about it. At least not in the genre that it appears.
But Romance…. ::sigh:: For some reason of which I am not yet certain, stories have flown from my fingertips onto page like water from a fire hydrant. I am in the groove and feeling it, as if I’m living vicariously through my characters. The more I research New Orleans, the richer my words become, creating vivid images and characters for you to experience once completed.
So why the title, you ask? Is it the change from fantasy to romance that hurts?
Nope. It’s the changes one experiences in life through growth and new awareness. We exist in a state of change, though most of us fail to see it as it occurs. When we understand the truth behind the statement, “Change is inevitable,” we can more easily move through it by recognizing its existence.
That’s the theory, anyway.
Some changes take time to swallow, time to process and time to accept. What once seemed fair and good, now passes into shadow and memory – fading into the backdrop of life before disappearing all together. The music changes and a new dance begins.
Sit or twirl, that’s our choice.
I’ve chosen to Dance. I might step on some toes, bump a few people along the way – maybe embarrass myself from lack of ability. But, as a friend of mine recently wrote, “Life’s long if you wait to Dance.” How true…
Frank agrees. So long as it includes finishing this book. And it does, which makes him happy as a peach.
So, now that is off of my chest, I can get back to the project at hand: The Willows.
So until next time, lovely reader. I bid you goodnight and adieu!