Remember last year when I went on and on about why I couldn't finish any of my books that I had started?
When I had a plan to write so many words per day to finish my book, and how I had figured out what I was missing?
Well, its done. I finished it. 192,327 words. I did it.
And I'm not sharing it with you. at all.
I worked on it for months making it about someone else, but the story, my story, was so painful and it left me raw and angry and dark; I simply couldn't pretend it was someone else's story.
So, you know what I did? I wrote honestly. I used the real names and literal events. I wrote down every single thing, regardless of who did what to whom, regardless of whose fault things were and I got it all out. 192,327 words of it. It was the most cathartic experience of my life and it took me so much longer than I thought it would. Sometimes I would write for hours, and it left me so drained I'd have to leave it for weeks, re-healing wounds, putting it all truly in the past.
And I'm sharing this with you because now, I can move on. I can write something worth sharing, something for others, something that isn't so dark that only a small audience would read.
So I've started again. Something more fun and lighthearted and wicked but not evil. I hope to be able to share my work with you, in full, in the near-ish future.
Chat Soon!
xo
b
www.ellasugar.com
When I had a plan to write so many words per day to finish my book, and how I had figured out what I was missing?
Well, its done. I finished it. 192,327 words. I did it.
And I'm not sharing it with you. at all.
I worked on it for months making it about someone else, but the story, my story, was so painful and it left me raw and angry and dark; I simply couldn't pretend it was someone else's story.
So, you know what I did? I wrote honestly. I used the real names and literal events. I wrote down every single thing, regardless of who did what to whom, regardless of whose fault things were and I got it all out. 192,327 words of it. It was the most cathartic experience of my life and it took me so much longer than I thought it would. Sometimes I would write for hours, and it left me so drained I'd have to leave it for weeks, re-healing wounds, putting it all truly in the past.
And I'm sharing this with you because now, I can move on. I can write something worth sharing, something for others, something that isn't so dark that only a small audience would read.
So I've started again. Something more fun and lighthearted and wicked but not evil. I hope to be able to share my work with you, in full, in the near-ish future.
Chat Soon!
xo
b
www.ellasugar.com
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