Some Time Apart (how the relationship between author and manuscript changes)

Images of Ruby’s red hair and sarcastic sense of humor has been stuck in my mind for well over six years now. Her story (all variations of them) has been (and will continue to be) an intense learning experience for me—one that I’m really thankful for. From the early stages of only picturing a handful of scenes and knowing very little about her character to now, where I know more about her than I know about myself. (perhaps an exaggeration)

One thing I’ve been wrapping my head around recently, as I take on more projects is how the author’s relationship with their manuscript has to change as the process moves along. I mean, really, it is an abosulte necessity.

The Early Stages are exciting and mysterious. Ah, how I love the early stages of story creation. It’s exhilarating. I’m in the beginning stages of a new project right now and I’m all quick heartbeats and scribbling in notebooks—it’s wonderful. While I’m learning all about Benny and Stevie, I just reviewed line edits and handed a different manuscript (urban fantasy series that is being published through Booktrope) The first in the series will be released this fall (more details to come and yes I’m excited!)…Anyway back to what I was taking about.

The creation of a story and the people that make it feel and bleed, takes so much emotion (both real and manufactured) to create. The transition from bleeding your heart on the page to the public-ready piece is a multi-stepped process. There is just no way around it and breaks are necessary. Stacking projects helps with taking the needed step back.

After I bleed onto the page, I need space from it so I am able to be subjective…that pretty much goes for each step. Turning a manuscript into store ready book takes a team and a lot of heart.

Writing is a craft, it takes lots of tinkering to get it right. Story weaving takes time. I say this out loud as much as I say it to myself. I think it’s too easy to forget what were doing. Effort and time is taken for granted way more often then it should be.

Magic is everywhere (the creation of imaginary creatures)

The starlit sky spreads over her. Dreams and almost daydreams danced through her head. The wind swirls around whispering her name. Many paths stare at her—choice set out before her. The roots aren’t clear. She knows what she wants but unfortunately not what she needs. The life where she’s the safest is unclear. It’s a possibility, an option offering safe harbor from pain, doesn’t exist.

The girl’s brown curls circle her. She reaches for the sky. A giggle dances in the air now. Birds fly past, a melody among them showed any tears. Wind takes her. Horses gallop along the river bend. Peace is in the valley, but not in the mountains. The butterflies chatter by the lilies. Dreams never stop traveling. The rain falls to help life grow.