My blogs tend to be more for me, with the hope that someone somewhere might get some enjoyment or a little pearl of good advice out of it and then go on with their lives. And this isn't going to change. While I admire all those cool, organized bloggers, I am just not one of them. Maybe if I ever get to quit my day job and have enough money to hire a maid, an assistant, and someone to do my blog for me, it may turn into something a little more consistent. But until that happens, I am going to keep doing what I do because this weekend, I reached a milestone with my writing. And I am pretty sure that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken the time to write out my thoughts on writing in coffee shops last Tuesday.
So what happened? What happened is this: This morning I got up early and wrote the final scene to Tortoise Love, the WIP that I started in 2008 and finished a draft of that same year. I have been revising it on and off ever since. And while there is definitely a benefit to giving yourself some space from your first draft of your WIP, I truthfully have been ignoring it. But it came up as I was blogging about coffee shops. I mentioned I've been having a hard time working on it since my favorite coffee shop closed. This led to the following thought:
WHAT KIND OF LAME EXCUSE IS THAT?
It was a terrible one, that's what kind of excuse it was -- especially considering how close I was to finishing the second draft. So this past week, I worked on it. And this morning, I finished it. All 332 pages of it.
Obviously, I am going to need to revise it yet again. It is actually printing as I type this, and I have my bundle of colored pens ready to go. But now I get to sit down and read it from cover to cover again and take note of how much it has grown and improved since I first wrote it in 2008 -- how much I have grown and improved in that time. But the best part about all this is, I wouldn't have reached this milestone -- at least not this weekend -- if I hadn't blogged about coffee shops last week. Who knew that that was going to be the catalyst needed? It makes me feel good to know that even if I am not all that organized with my blog, or my writing in general, my subconscious is apparently looking out for me.