This morning during my scripture study, I found a wonderful gem that was like a ray of light in my mind.
"He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap."
I know I haven't been the most diligent blog poster, but I've been busy, busy, I tell you. I want this novel to be finished. Writing it was so easy, I'm staggered by the amount of work editing is. At the same time, working on something that was born in my mind, polishing it until I'm not embarrassed to show it to my awesome critique group partners, brings me such joy, that I keep going. Even when it's 2 in the morning and I have to get up four hours later. All day I think about the plot, the characters, the sentence structure. I read my favorite books to study what the author did to draw me into the story, and I get lost in the story (The Hunger Games is as riveting or more the fourth time as is the first). I'm loving every minute of the revision process, even though sometimes I wish I could blink and see it finished.
The wind is tempting, the clouds, pretty to look at. But my work is in the words.