Guess what? Today the last chapter of my novel came tiptoeing over and demanded a re-write. Helping to push her out of bed were two readers who said, “Oh, that was quick. I tried to turn the page and read more, and it was over.”
Again, my interpretation.
So, final chapter, you win. One more try before I tuck you in again.
While I’m doing that, here’s a picture of me with my new glasses, and a slightly new haircut. Back to the modified mohawk for the summer. My neck feels so cool and breezy.
Oh my. Look at all those books in my ‘gotta read’ pile. I better get cracking.’ Wait no, my chapter is calling. Maybe I’ll just catch up with my Facebook friends. Or do a load of laundry. Or finish that invoice.
No the little brat… I mean darling needs my attention.
Yes, those are interpretations of other things Anne Lamott and Bird by Bird taught me.
Here’s an actual quote from the book:
“E.L. Doctorow said once said that [tweetthis] ‘Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.'[/tweetthis]