After a long grueling weekend of reading my 300 page plus manuscript one last time, I hit a wall last night. Not now I thought, having only implemented changes, albeit minor, up to page fifty-seven.
“I cannot miss this deadline,” I told myself. “I’ve already begged for forgiveness once and with good reason, but this time I don’t have any real excuses, do I?”
Then, I remembered that there is one whopper of a change in the next chapter. Maybe that’s what’s behind the wall.
Thus, I tweeted: what does a writer on deadline do when she’s hit a wall? a) climb over it; b) drill a hole through it; c) collapse in front of it.
Not a blinking soul out there advised me, so left to my own devices, I took matters into my own hands. But for the life of me I couldn’t climb over it, couldn’t get even a tiddly hole through it and unfortunately, I did collapse in front of it, so to speak, at least until about an hour ago.
Around 6:00 a.m., I woke to the alarm of my Blackberry with good intention, so I thought until I stood. Oops – an ear imbalance, vertigo, something off putting, whatever. Back to bed I went, remembering when I was a young reporter facing a similar problem, I would get ill. Then it was a migraine. But you know what, I overcame somehow.
I wrote on the wall. Ah ha! That’s what I’m going to do today, which is why this blog has to end here. Deadline and wall are staring me in the face. Better get writing.
With a bit of luck, I’ll bring you my regular blog tomorrow. Can’t wait to brag about my new Ipad. Our secret is out.