Sometimes, life flows along smoothly, and the writing is easy. The words come easy, the plot makes sense, and the characters cooperate. And sometimes, there are speed bumps that slow you down. It’s been a SPEED BUMP kind of month for me.
I am working on the third Jenny T. Partridge, and there have been many speed bumps. I LOVE what I ended up with, but I changed a lot of it–over and over again–because the plot was not working for me. Jen assured me it was “end of contract” fever. I have to agree. It has felt VERY feverish at times.
This book is set solidly in the dance world, and offers a first-hand look at children’s dance competitions, and I want to do this right, but still retain the humor from past Jenny books.
My own insecurity led me to write and rewrite this book. I know this. Finally, my editor said, “Enough. Let me do my job.” In a nice way, of course, because she is a very nice person. So I am just finishing up my timeline edit. This is a tip I picked up from Cele, who always reads my book and is a fabulous help to me. I have found that if I go back after I’m done, and note the days and times at the top of each chapter, I can assure myself that I have not done some time traveling, since this is NOT that kind of novel.
I am finally almost ready to let it go. Of course, the minute I reach that point, other speed bumps come in.
Last night, my favorite uncle, my mother’s youngest brother, suffered a massive heart attack. It’s very touch and go right now. They are lifeflighting him up here to a hospital in Ogden, since it has the very best cardiac care. He is on a ventilator. They don’t believe he suffered brain damage, but he is still not conscious.
He is only 60 years old.
Life is full of speed bumps. Little ones that I created myself, and much, much larger ones, that I have no control over.
This has put the situation into perspective for me. No more self-created speed bumps. There are enough created by life itself.
I know others have speeds bumps, like family illnesses, deaths, finances. But the ones that we can control, are sometimes the hardest to overcome.
Have any of you hit a “speed bump” in your writing, and how did you get past it?