A Letter to Me

Dear MBL,

yes, once again you’re struggling with the beginning of a new book, and once again you’re writing and rewriting and rewriting until you get the right emotions and tone and chacter voices. And once again you’ll do this until you know it’s right. And when it’s right, the lightbulb awesomeness will hit and then you can plot to your heart’s content to make sure RbM works as both a romance and a mystery.

Notice how many once again’s are up there. It feels totally foreign. Like your muse has stranded you for an extended vacation to Paris or Siberia or that non-planet Pluto. But you do this with every book. So suck it up, keep writing and you’ll get there. Like you always do. To that place where characters whisper to you at 2 a.m. about what happens next instead of scream no way, huh-uh, I didn’t do or say that because I am not plain vanilla or milk toast or a wall flower.

Remember the key: write. You read like nobody’s business, so you don’t have to worry about that. You just have to close the door, get into the story and write. And write. And write. And it will click.

What you can’t do is play Facebook games. Not even Farm Town. Or call your mom. (Or decide the laundry room needs redecorating or volunteer to teach toddler choir–not that you would ever do that since redecorating, teaching 3-yr-old church choir and hell are pretty close to the same place on your richtor scale of bad ideas.)

Chil-ax, Hon. This is new book-itis. It too shall pass. It always does. This is NOT the first time you’ve felt like this, no matter how many times you tell yourself it is. Don’t believe me? Go look at your blog. It’s there. Again and again and again. But don’t do that now because it’ll just suck up writing time.

Have a great night. Think of Megan and John and the awesome wonderfullness that is their soon to be book. You’re going to put them through the wringer before all is said and done. They’re going to hate you as much as you hate trying to find them right now. Until the good parts, you know what I mean? And even then they’re not going to like what you do after that until you get to the happily ever after.

And you will get there. Because that’s what you do.

See you in the morning. Go dream a little.

Mary Beth

this was copied from my eHarlequin blog. I wrote it to myself last night. If you don’t know eHarlequin, check it out. I love the blogs and foruums there, especially the Write Stuff forums.


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