It’s been a long and winding road and I see the end, finally. I wish I had an accurate word count for how many I’ve typed in the process of writing my memoir, The Second . If the average book is 80,000 words, I’ve easily written eight times that. Yikes. The versions are legion, as well as the titles.
Twelve chapters and an epilogue lay between me and the finish line. They are written, needing only a little fine tuning. It feels like I’ve been working on this forever, probably because I have. Really, actually slogging through day after day, it’s been about twelve months.
To celebrate, I’ve scheduled a trip to the AWP Writing Conference in San Antonio. It will be thrilling to immerse myself in all things books. I wanted to check in and let you know I’m still on track. The first twenty chapters are in folders marked “final” so I won’t keep tweaking them in the interest of improvement.
They are what they are, the most important of which is finished. I’m still a way from any sort of publishing date, but when I have that figured out, you’ll hear about it.
The clock has been ticking for so long. I’m still shocked I’m close enough to say it’s very nearly finished.