It’s interesting that my day seems to drag on sometimes, and then I come home and I can’t wait to get writing, but stuff always comes up and when I actually do get to sit down and write, the next thing I know it’s time to go to bed. Then I start the cycle all over again the next day.
I’ve finished my fourth edit on book one. I decided to take a break from it for a while and come back later with fresh eyes. I’ve heard a lot of people suggest that, so I’m going to listen to them for once.
Book two is now completely underway. I’m up to 43,164 words … only about 30,000 to go to get where I want to be. 🙂 It’s funny that when I was writing book one, I hadn’t told anyone I was writing a book, besides my husband since he’s the one who talked me into doing it in the first place. So there was no pressure. I was writing for the pure fun of it. I figured no one besides my husband would ever read it.
When my husband finished reading it and said, “That was much better than I was expecting,” I figured I could let a couple other people read it. Just so you know, he really was being nice even if it doesn’t sound like it. He really did like it; I just thought it was a funny way of saying it.
I branched out to my mom and my oldest brother. Yes, they happen to be the two nicest people in the world, but that’s okay. And of course, they both loved it. But they would love anything I do. From there, I let my sister-in-law read it because she has the exact same taste in books as I do. She absolutely loved it and was begging for book two. So, I let my niece read it and my close friend read it. And yes, they loved it and wanted book two right away.
So now here I am writing book two. I have never felt so much pressure in my life! I know this only stems from six people liking and/or loving my book (and all related or pretty much related), but still! I want them to like my second book. I want them to be excited for the third.
I am forcing my sister-in-law to read book two as I go (although, she hasn’t complained yet) so she can let me know if I’m going in the wrong direction, or she thinks I’m crazy, or it isn’t what she was expecting (in a bad way). Besides my husband, she has been the most excited about my book and I love hearing her talk about it and give me suggestions. So hopefully she’ll stop me from doing something completely stupid.
Well, back to writing I go to hopefully not suck. Like that sentence just did.