Yesterday I finished the round of edits I’ve been working on since mid-October and sent them over to my agent. (If there comes a time when it feels less exciting to use the words ‘my agent’, please know that I haven’t yet reached it.) These past six weeks I’ve been sitting at my desk each morning as endless rain comes down outside, moving between the years 1944, 1953 and 2002. I’ve been working on strengthening intentions, deepening emotion and creating suspense, all with the hope of building an intangible sense of ‘unputdownability’.
This resonates a lot with me - especially having to accept just how long it takes to build up those layers. Congratulations on getting to the next layer! 👷🏼♀️🏗
Thank you for sharing this! It’s encouraging just to know that amidst the pain, a book CAN BE written.
I love this, Katie. And it was an honour to witness your building process.
This resonates a lot with me - especially having to accept just how long it takes to build up those layers. Congratulations on getting to the next layer! 👷🏼♀️🏗