Sometimes I settle in for the night, planning on editing a chapter and worry Im not in a good place. But also I worry that this work will never be complete in my own lifetime.
Today was long, with endless work and I’m tired. I’m also lonely and at this late hour, there is no time for human contact. I open the chapter that I’m working on and find it’s easy to dive in. The characters are familiar, I know their problems and concerns. I know them more than my family or friends. And I realize, these unpublished characters have become my closest people. I know them well and where they’re going, there is comfort in that. I feel at peace around them.
So I rewrite their scenes easily, as I find these people valuable and want them to have beauty in the words that bring them to life as they have brought beauty to mine.