Desire vs. Reality

As my next birthday approaches, I find myself thinking about how my life has not turned out at all the way I thought it would.  I always figured I would be married by twenty-four and starting my own family.  At twenty-four I was in graduate school and alone.  Nearly five years later I have a masters’ degree but neither the career nor the family I expected.  I often feel as though the best years of my life are passing me by without any of the good parts of life to experience.  My hair is going grey, and I don’t sleep well anymore.  I also realize that people experience things at different stages.  Everyone is different.  But I can’t help but thinking there is something more.  This can’t be all there is for me.

And since this is supposed to be a writing blog:  I completed an entire novel during the past month, which has already been edited and submitted to a publisher.  Fingers crossed.  And I have currently begun writing another novel, because I’m either in creative hyper-drive or simply a masochist.

Always on Time

I unexpectedly finished my latest book in just under a month.  It is just a hair under 62,000 words, so that may have something to do with it.  I've also completed the first edit.  It was pretty easy to write, though I'm not sure when I'll share it with anyone.  Maybe soon.  It's nice to finished, though, for now.

April

Writing is going pretty well lately, although I am still getting a feeling for who my characters are and what makes them tick.  I suppose that's one of the most difficult parts of writing an book--differentiating your characters, and giving them realistic motives and qualities.