‘One day God decided that He would visit the earth. Strolling down the road, God encountered a sobbing man. “Why are you crying, my son?”
The man said, “God, I am blind.” So God touched him and the man could see and he was happy.
As God walked farther He met another crying man and asked, “Why are you crying, my son?”
The man said, “God, I am crippled.” So God touched him and the man could walk and he was happy.
Farther down the road God met yet a third man crying and asked, “Why are you crying, my son?”
The man said, “God, I am a writer.”
And God sat down and cried with him.’
Gerald Ochs Davis, Sr. Fifty Years in Publishing
My Goal is to send chapter 13 of TRC to my editor (Val) by Sunday before 1PM. If I don’t accomplish this, I’m going to slap myself on the face.
These days, I’m slacking off too much. Whenever I sit in front of my laptop, ready to start revising, I end up surfing the net or replying to emails. This is very bad. So today, after work, I bought myself coffee and opened Microsoft Word, determined to revise Chapter 13 and send it over to Val before midnight. My eyes were puffy and my nose itchy due to my allergies, but I continued to work on it, until my brain would no longer function. So I’m putting it off until tomorrow until my brain clears up a bit. Oddly enough, I feel fine when blogging…
What I’m most stressed about right now is the last four chapters of TRC. It broaches on the subject of poverty in 19th century London which I don’t know too much of. M.M.Bennetts recommended a few books to me: The Regency Underworld by Donald A. Low, London in the Nineteenth Century by Jerry White, and The Roads to Waterloo by Gregor Dallas. I’ve read a bit of The Regency Underworld already, so I know I’ll be able to find it in the library again, but I’m not too sure about the other two. Hopefully the library has it. Now, the main reason as to why I’m so stressed out by the last four chapters is that it’s what will determine whether the reader will either hate/forget or love my book. I’ve always believed that no matter how dull a book might be, if it ends with a bang, it tends to leave a good impression. So…ugh…I need these four chapters to stand out a lot. But as it is, with the outline I made for it, it’s so mediocre (though better than the original draft!). I’m confident about the final chapter (Hint: Brothel, Amanda, Lucas), but not it’s predecing four, is what I mean. Where is my muse! Where has my inspiration gone! Come back to me…..I think, once I have these four down pat, my next revision of TRC will be so much more smooth.
Sunday, April 26, 9:42 a.m.: Mission accomplished! I woke up early, the gloomy day inspired me, and I was able to revise Chapter 13 (fixing up what grammars and typos I encoutered, rewriting two dialogues, rewriting a few narrations) and just sent it to Val via email.