I can make that statement, pretty sure in its authenticity. Over the last 9 days I’ve been so obsessed with finishing the rewrite on Release Point that I managed to write 43K words despite a full day at Hershey Park and a half day at Citizens Bank Park at the Phillies Phestival, not to mention a minor loud argument with my husband, a day job, and assorted other responsibilities. Yesterday, despite a major case of exhaustion (it may have had something to do with standing on line for hours at HP, then doing it all again at CBP), I wrote 10K words to finish RP for the second time. I still think it’s WAY better than it was but I know the last scenes need a lot more emotion in them. I can do that.
The odd thing is that emotions slipped in that I hadn’t seen coming. At one point the heroine’s father explains why he left her mother; her mother did to her father what I did to my ex before I left. Our expectations were so far apart that we couldn’t stay together and stay sane. I’d lost a great deal of myself in being who he wanted me to be, until I realized I couldn’t be that person anymore. That’s why Danny left Elizabeth. When I finished the scene, I had to hold my breath because it really pulled something out of me to be able to admit to that. At the time, I’d just thought I was unhappy and he was a selfish bastard. It was as much my fault as it was his. (Maybe more mine; he didn’t really work on conscious thought very much. I’m convinced he had ganglion where a brain should’ve been.)
I haven’t yet re-read the last 10K words. Once I do that, maybe I can slip in a little more feeling, and then I’ll put it away for a week before I open it up again and read it through from the beginning. It’ll be interesting, seeing the difference from the first version and this one. Oh, and I need a whole new synopsis. Even the one I sent the NJRW contest is off.
I totally love this story and I adore the characters, but almost as much, I love that this story is finally done. I can now, with a clear conscience, sit back and read another JR Ward book, or crochet something while watching baseball on TV, or even doodle with one of my other unfinished ideas. There’s nothing I need to get done. I’m on my own timetable now. What an amazing feeling of liberation!