My current novel is in a computer file on my laptop – I have notebooks and files stuffed with notes and research. Oh yes, and the draft resides on a couple of DVD’s and flash drives as well.  It waits impatiently to be finished. In January of this year, I set a goal to have it finished by Dec. 31^st 2018. I will need an extension on that goal, but I want to at least get back into it this fall. The National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), is in November and will be a good time to get myself back to writing every day. And my volunteer work will slow down a bunch when October is over.

I can’t wait!        

And apparently, neither can my family…

I do not blame them at all for wondering if they will ever read the rest of the story. It has been a few years since I emailed them a chapter. In fact, more than a few cousins told me they were “hanging in limbo”, waiting for the end.

I apologized (to many people) and assured them they will get a copy as soon as I finish the (probably the 7^th one by now), draft. I admit that their interest flatters me greatly – which made the guilt even worse than it already was. I know what they are going through. I am still mad at Stephen King for not finishing his story, “The Plant”. Just when it was getting really spooky and exciting.

I don’t want to abandon my story like he did. I really love my characters and the story. I do not want to disappoint my “fans” either. I prefer the term “fans”, and not, “all those relatives breathing down my neck*”.

It just sounds nicer.

 

 

* BTW, they don’t really make me feel like that, but I do enjoy pulling their legs from time to time.

♥  TTFN  ♥