The Barefoot House 2007 I have been writing diligently, pushing my book towards the task of securing publication, forcing The Barefoot House to the finish. Closing in on the final chapters, I am surprised the story, especially the ending, has changed so much since I started writing it in book form.
It was supposed to be a about falling in love with a house, then finding true love and healing, but so far, it is 68,000 words that I am trying to wrangle into something profound, and the love story still eludes me.
Maybe the real love story has been learning to love myself enough to choose a wonderful life for myself every day.
As I consider that, I am re-reading this morning and realize that Chapter 10 still needs another strong edit. The pages have moments of wonderful, but deciding what to keep and what to discard in each section makes each page difficult. There are so many ways to say the same thing, but I want to get it just right, so that it will ring of truth and move people.
Last night I wrote a poem, which I will include an excerpt of and shared it with my Poets and Editors group. When I got the feedback that it was "so moving," I was more determined than ever to give my book the same type of life, where every page is heartbreaking or funny, powerful, interesting, or profound. It is a much more difficult task that I could imagine when I decided to turn my journal writings into a book. So, though I am in Chapter 13, Chapter 10 needs some tweaking to bring it to life. It is dull. My pushing it to the finish should not shortchange quality or be a rush that will make a big weak ending, so I will soldier on, so to speak.
Whatever your passion is, don't give up. Just keep doing it until you are happy with where it is, and then do it some more to really savor it. Let's leave a legacy of something great in our small corner of the world.
"Like a sun's light in one great pour,
I was filled from within,
and could not contain all the lines
that flowed from me then.
But the words to describe it were not enough,
and I said forever.
He said more."
Barefoot and writing,
Kim
You might also enjoy: excerpt Chapter 1 of The Barefoot House
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It was supposed to be a about falling in love with a house, then finding true love and healing, but so far, it is 68,000 words that I am trying to wrangle into something profound, and the love story still eludes me.
Maybe the real love story has been learning to love myself enough to choose a wonderful life for myself every day.
As I consider that, I am re-reading this morning and realize that Chapter 10 still needs another strong edit. The pages have moments of wonderful, but deciding what to keep and what to discard in each section makes each page difficult. There are so many ways to say the same thing, but I want to get it just right, so that it will ring of truth and move people.
Last night I wrote a poem, which I will include an excerpt of and shared it with my Poets and Editors group. When I got the feedback that it was "so moving," I was more determined than ever to give my book the same type of life, where every page is heartbreaking or funny, powerful, interesting, or profound. It is a much more difficult task that I could imagine when I decided to turn my journal writings into a book. So, though I am in Chapter 13, Chapter 10 needs some tweaking to bring it to life. It is dull. My pushing it to the finish should not shortchange quality or be a rush that will make a big weak ending, so I will soldier on, so to speak.
Whatever your passion is, don't give up. Just keep doing it until you are happy with where it is, and then do it some more to really savor it. Let's leave a legacy of something great in our small corner of the world.
"Like a sun's light in one great pour,
I was filled from within,
and could not contain all the lines
that flowed from me then.
But the words to describe it were not enough,
and I said forever.
He said more."
Barefoot and writing,
Kim
You might also enjoy: excerpt Chapter 1 of The Barefoot House
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