I sat down to write, with a fresh cup of coffee and a real desire to see what happens to Isidore next. Then I saw that we got another order (#265), and now I might be too happy to write. I mean, I will write, but as it stands I am in a good mood filled with good coffee with a lovely Spring afternoon tempting me to just run through the wildflowers outside. It’s hard to write about people in dire situations when you just want to twirl on a mountainside like Maria.
But I’m going to write. I’m going to write because yesterday I finished a pivotal scene in the middle of chapter 7 and the plot is barreling downhill toward its conclusion now. I’m going to write because Isidore is standing on the precipice (figuratively, friends, not literally) and she deserves to step out of limbo and into action once more. I’ve discovered what a strong character she is, internally, and how good at coping she is when challenges face her. I’m about to test that strength and I look forward to seeing how she reacts.
And more importantly, I’m going to write because there are a hundred and eighty some odd of you waiting patiently for this book. I want to create the best possible version of this story for you, but to do that I must first get the worst possible version down on paper in order to improve it.
So I’m going to get to it. I’ll see you on the other side of chapter 7.
Love,
Amanda
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