Riveting creation is not easy. Believe me, I've rewritten my paranormal romance ten times, only to dismember its lifeless form to start over. It lacked depth and honest motivation. Soul. Like Dr. Frankenstein, I returned to the lab and slaved over the dead conflict, flaccid characters, and learned.
Because I'm stubborn, my manuscript is undergoing a transfusion in hopes that it will be animated into more than words. Joined to heart, and fitted with emotion, the true stuff of life and a writers lightening, it may yet breathe.
My hope? That when I throw the switch and send my finished manuscript out into the elements, the heavens will strike, and call it good.
I'd love to hear your comments.
Thanks for joining me.
