I’ve been away from the WIP (work in progress) for six days and it shows. I had only a few pages to finish the third draft, but today I found myself reading words that made no sense about people I’d forgotten.
Well, not really, but all those stirrings and tuggings were gone. All those emotional threads that I usually carry from one day to the next managed to vanish while I was at the Florida Christian Writer’s Conference.
The conference was super, BTW. Billie Wilson did a great job, as always, and this is one of the most “family-feeling” conferences you can attend. The weather was perfect, the conferees were enthusiastic, and my roomie, Martha Bolton, and I had a great time catching up.
But today my WIP suffered for it. So tomorrow I shall do “triage” (fix the bleeding wounds), and Thursday I will jump into the fourth draft, where things really get picky. The first half is in pretty good shape; it’s the epiphany and ending that are rough. And they’re rough because they’re the most important part, the place where the character learns a lesson and makes a decision–the crux of the entire tale.
Plus . . . I think I might have picked up a bug of some sort at the conference. Last year I came home and went to bed with a case of the flu; hope I don’t do that this year because I’m traveling to Ohio next week to speak at schools in the Cleveland area. (Update: I think the “bug” is just allergies. The oaks are molting again; everything is gold with oak dust. Ker-choo!)
So–as soon as I chat with the book club I’m supposed to call in half an hour, I think I shall get some sleep! After all, tomorrow is another day . . .