The final draft of 'After Owen' has been emailed to my proof-reader and I was determined to start on other projects with that one finally taken out of my hands.
Ha!
Last night I broke into a cold sweat because I thought of something that just absolutely had to be added or the book would make no sense at all and I would be laughed at my all who read it.
I managed to get through the night, the next morning's school run, and the dog's morning walk, before I hit the laptop to make the urgent and important change to the manuscript.
I added one line. ONE. LINE. And a short one at that.
And whilst I am happy that I have added it, however short, I know this is not the end. I could always add more. Change more. There will always be something popping into my mind that seems crucial and urgent and must go in, so when does that end? When is a book ever 'finished'?
Whoever said 'art is never finished, just abandoned?'... clever chap.
Published on January 13, 2014 05:51