Hey All –
I’m hard at work finishing Swan Lake while making revisions at the same time. The back half of this book is a nightmare. In some places, it’s just bullet points and weird notes from three years ago. This frustrates me because the front half is gorgeous, and every time I read it, I’m in awe that I wrote it. Really. I know that sounds self-centered, but that’s how I feel. We writers spend so much time doubting ourselves and our work, that it’s nice when something clicks and feels right.
But the thing I’m having the hardest time with is capturing the flutter of new love. The racing heart, can’t-wait-to-see-them, ditch-everything-for, type of love. Infatuation, really, but the type that turns into something greater and more powerful.
I keep going back to my experiences and brainstorming, but everything comes off as trite. I want an immersion of feelings. Of not being able to breathe when the object of your affection smiles at you. That place where the irrational feel rational.
Somehow, I need to make my characters fall in love with each other in a short amount of time, in a believable way. No easy task. I should be an expert at this, considering I agreed to marry my husband after just six weeks – two of which I was dating someone else. But, alas, I’m stuck.
Anyway, I have my playlist on repeat and will keep hacking away at it. Like so many things in life, the only way out is through, right?