You’re a writer – you know how it is. Writing is the best thing in the world! New ideas, new chapters, maybe new characters! It’s like taking that Shelby Cobra onto the Pacific Coast Highway with the top down… unless it’s on blocks in the driveway.
So, the Saga of Me continues. The lovely wife and editor did in fact read the book. Got all the way through with some insightful notes and suggestions. More suggestions followed after page 51, which is the point at which I harangued about how long it was taking.
But the notes are good and very helpful. Another month under the hood and the thing’ll be ready to submit for real. For real.
Under the hood, which is fortunate, for I find myself rather living in the garage. You know, temporarily. It’ll blow over. It’s all good. Everything’s fine. And I seem to find myself with a lot of time to myself here at home.
Ups and downs. Rises and falls. That’s the way it works, right? I’ve been terribly blessed so far. Sometimes storms brew up, right? Even the noblest ship on the sea can expect a right blow once in awhile, eh?
I’m not really living in the garage. But never have I felt such coldness in a summer.
The thing is, the thing is this: you ARE a writer, and you know what joy there is in tapping out exactly the right words. You know that rush and sense of oneness as you make the literary pieces fit in place.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? But writing is such a solitary business.
And, the real pain of it is that those who don’t write really don’t understand, do they?
Well, I’ve got the book back and much to do to get it ready to submit, so I’ll be rejoining the hunt, the race, the chase… there’s a correct word, I’m sure.
From the garage.
John D Reinhart 