The last polish before the great send off.
Today I’m thinking about a story I just read about knitting socks. It’s a beautiful story about a mother and her daughter. It is eloquent, moving, and just a touch haunting. I want to write like that. Instead, sometimes I feel like I’m using those Ad Lib books to construct a sentence. The ______ (choose a noun) wanted to ________ (choose a verb) and so forth. So that’s why I read my manuscript out loud. If it sounds phony, it is. If it sounds real, then it stays. My ear is what is connected to my heart, and that’s the place I want to write from. Raising Evangeline is getting there. I’ve yet to read it aloud; that will happen when my own edits are done. it’s the last polish before the great send off.
I asked my daughter what she thought came next for me, commenting that a new idea for a fourth book may never come. She said, “You wait until you are on the beach this summer, and then, when you’re totally relaxed, something might come!” What optimism! It’s hard for me to think creatively while I work two jobs, because my brain gets tired. But I’m having some terrific dreams!
I leave you with a shout to all those writers out there who are so good but never get read. Share your work. That’s how I ended up reading the sock story. I hope there’s more coming my way.