That Moment When…
That moment when the problem…
The problem that has been eating you alive from the inside out for months…
The problem that the final conflict in your book, this passionate project you are pouring your heart and soul into?
That problem that, yes the book is written and the revisions are almost done, but that final conflict?
That final clash between good and evil?
Works on paper.
Works with logic.
Works within the world, within the story, within my wretched, Dark, beloved, Persephone.
On paper? When talking about it?
It all works.
When I read it, when I go back in and work on it more?
“Working” is not the same thing as a moment that leaves me gasping.
That is not the same thing as that voice inside me, that gasp of ‘omg, omg, omg, did I write this? I can’t breathe, omg, omg, omg’ that tells me–
I’ve done it.
It poured from my fingertips.
I am gasping.
I’ve finished this book.
Oh sure, a few revisions left. Some cleanup with the help of my fabulous editors.
But this morning.
I wrote this.
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