Well, this is the last day I spend on editing Blood Healing before it goes back to my editor (she may drop me as a client when she reads it :P).
I’ve been so enmeshed in this story. I’ve even neglected and distanced myself from loved ones as I fiddled with word choice, agonised over plot and sentence structure. Finally, what I was viewing in parts, fragments, has come together as a whole to create the final product (although it still requires refinement).
I don’t know what the story is, exactly — apart from the next in the series –that’s for my readers to decide. They will tell me if I captured the mood, accurately conveyed the content, and breathed life into my characters.
All I know is that I have spent hundreds of hours reading and analysing the content of Blood Healing that words have lost all their meaning. I found myself stuck in how to describe much of the visual stimuli and consulted a vast array of images, read poetry and books on description.
People say familiarity breeds contempt and that saying applies here. This manuscript feels like an annoying younger sibling (even though I am the youngest in my family). I’ve been head-to-head with it, trying to guide it in the right direction, reprimanding it when it doesn’t listen and sticks its tongue out at me.
But I love this story and I love the characters. I’ve spent the last 2 months huddled up against my laptop and all of this has only deepened my respect for the battle and journey that is novel writing.
At 110,000 words, Blood Healing is my longest piece of work yet.