My current facebook post:
“GAH! Two hours later – after rewriting and editing what I wrote the last time I made myself sit and write for two hours (and because I can’t just leave it alone like I used to) – I have 352 f#@*ing words to show for the night. And now I’m out of time and a month and a half behind schedule.
WTF dude, really.
Alright, enough negativity. As per the great voices in my group – all is well as long as they are the RIGHT words, so yeah. I’m okay. We’re okay. Publish date, whenever it may end up, is okay. (disgusted sigh)”
Why am I sharing this here? Because I don’t want you to think I’m just lolly-gagging around, not giving a damn. I hear your compliments and your excitement and it humbles me beyond words. I want this book to live up to your expectations. I want to be a better writer, a better story teller. I want you to read and be taken away to a place you never want to leave. And yes, dammit, I WANT to finish – finish strong.
So thank you for your continued patience. I know your life doesn’t hang on this book, but in some ways, I feel like mine does and I need it to be right, because I care.