Expansion of a Story and Karma Coming Home
I submitted a novella of 12k to Noble Romance and my esteemed editor, Neil, accepted it with a suggestion. "There's a lot of story here, do you think you could expand it?"
I thought about it and made the decision to do just that. This story will come in at 30k plus and NOW, it's a real story. Brita just can't tell a story in 12 thousand words! Now if only I had a title, we'd be all set. I'll have one by May 9th, when it's released, I promise.
In other news, we had some sad news. No, no one died, is ill or any other tragedy. The news will bring new opportunities for three people I love so much, but in that, they will go from living 20 minutes away to being over 700 miles away. To say I'm sad doesn't begin cover the array of emotions I've felt since they told us.
I've immersed myself in my writing, banged out over 5000 words in the last two days, and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Then a phone call came in, saying, "I'm really going to miss you," and stark reality has come to stay.
No more dropping by, no more "Hey, let's meet for dinner," no more early Christmas mornings - they'll be gone with no promise of them completing their work and coming back home. There will of course be visits, but I've always loved the "Hey, let's meet for dinner," calls the best.
Goodbyes suck. I've always hated them. I love it when my editors say, "I want a happily ever after," because that doesn't entail writing goodbyes.
We'll do the hugs and kisses, the farewell dinner and more hugs and kisses, but ultimately, they'll get into their car and drive away, and no phone calls or Skype will change the fact that they don't live in Westwinds anymore.
We'll survive, but I hate change, especially of this magnitude. Somehow though, it seemed okay when I did it all those years ago, and hell, I moved to Iceland. Karma has come home to roost.
What about you? Ever had to watch as someone you love moves away? It sucks, huh?
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
I thought about it and made the decision to do just that. This story will come in at 30k plus and NOW, it's a real story. Brita just can't tell a story in 12 thousand words! Now if only I had a title, we'd be all set. I'll have one by May 9th, when it's released, I promise.
In other news, we had some sad news. No, no one died, is ill or any other tragedy. The news will bring new opportunities for three people I love so much, but in that, they will go from living 20 minutes away to being over 700 miles away. To say I'm sad doesn't begin cover the array of emotions I've felt since they told us.
I've immersed myself in my writing, banged out over 5000 words in the last two days, and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Then a phone call came in, saying, "I'm really going to miss you," and stark reality has come to stay.
No more dropping by, no more "Hey, let's meet for dinner," no more early Christmas mornings - they'll be gone with no promise of them completing their work and coming back home. There will of course be visits, but I've always loved the "Hey, let's meet for dinner," calls the best.
Goodbyes suck. I've always hated them. I love it when my editors say, "I want a happily ever after," because that doesn't entail writing goodbyes.
We'll do the hugs and kisses, the farewell dinner and more hugs and kisses, but ultimately, they'll get into their car and drive away, and no phone calls or Skype will change the fact that they don't live in Westwinds anymore.
We'll survive, but I hate change, especially of this magnitude. Somehow though, it seemed okay when I did it all those years ago, and hell, I moved to Iceland. Karma has come home to roost.
What about you? Ever had to watch as someone you love moves away? It sucks, huh?
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
Published on April 06, 2011 17:58
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