Labor of love

I finished the first draft of the novel I began writing at the the beginning of the year. Three hundred twenty pages sit beside me. I’m going to put them away until I return from Europe.

I wish I could tell what it is about; I don’t know myself. I’ll figure it when I work on the second draft. That’s always the hardest draft of a novel for me.

I had no intention of working on a novel this year until I met V. She inspired a story shortly after we met. Whatever happens to the manuscript, it will continue to be a labor of love. Maybe someday, I will finish it. Somebody will publish it. She will read it. She will understand she will always be in my heart.

Published in: on August 8, 2008 at 9:16 am  Leave a Comment  

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