I spent my morning editing the first dozen pages of my novel. Actually, that’s not quite true. I spent the first hour of my morning procrastinating, then, when the Internet at the cafe I was squatting failed, I spent the rest of the morning editing the first dozen pages of my novel. My goal was to get my opening chapter presentable enough to enter in a young writer’s contest, and I think I’m close. I may not make the deadline for this particular contest, but it was exciting to rework the beginning of my masterpiece. Since I started way back in November of last year I’ve done a ton of reading on writing and I’ve taken an online writing class. As I reworked the text this morning I was able to make edits that made everything tighter and more enticing. It was fun to see the story get better and better as I tinkered my way through the paragraphs.
I tore myself away from my laptop at one, but not before calling the daycare to see if Little L was still napping. I collected my wide awake baby and headed to the park to meet a friend for a playdate and a walk. While I inhaled my lunch and our babies “played” together I made her read the part of the novel that I had edited today. M rereads everything I write, but he’s not exactly the target demographic for my chicklit novel. This was a much more stressful test, one she passed with flying colors. She laughed in the right places, hated the right characters, and begged to read more. Now that I have a reader waiting to see what happens to my characters I better spend more time telling their story, and then maybe I’ll need to find someone who can publish my words.