I had an idea; a short story that was following me for some time. When the world went into lockdown in March 2020, due to Covid-19, I sat down one evening and I wrote the first draft.
I then put it away.
After a few weeks I looked again at what I wrote and I realized that this was a start of something much bigger. My flight to Europe was cancelled that year and I had two weeks in June with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I sat down and I started to write. After two weeks I had a blob of tangled words that made sense only to me, but it was a start.
A year later I’m looking at the almost 95,000 words I have written and rewritten. Countless hours of editing and polishing the story. The days of frustration when I couldn't get the scene the way I wanted. The morning realizations that the 3000 words I wrote the night before are just garbage. Self-doubt, that I won't be able to finish it. Impatience, that the process is taking so long. The constant feeling that I am not good enough.
As the manuscript is now sent to an editor, I am at point of no return. It is time to stop hiding and face the truth. I wrote a book and IT IS getting published.
Sābanto is almost here!
I hope you join me and my characters for this incredible journey.
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