A Story of Birthing…
Don't get me wrong. I love my Little Darlings. After all, I created them. I encouraged them to make better decisions, to communicate, and to make love the focus of their lives.
But noooooo… they seem to have minds of their own, for which I take no blame or credit.
During the course of their stories, I detest their vacillations or downright stupid, bad decisions. I despise their avarice, stubbornness, sloth and belligerence. I am tired to death of their constant battles and inability to see the clear way through their problems.
I know my Little Darlings' families, where they came from, and what their parents went through to get them where they are today. Even the Evil Darlings had a mother and reasons for bad behavior. And yet, they take everything for granted and blame others for their faults. No respect, I tell you!
However, there comes a time in the life of every book when you have to let go. You have to say, Enough! It's done! Story is told! Actually, I'm proud of what they've accomplished. Now it's up to my Little Darlings to fix their own lives. To claim love and move on to the happiness they deserve. I've done all the interfering I can… and should.
Not one more read-through, no more revisions, no more word-picking or dialogue changes. And yet, there's still that push-pull, that love-hate. Go! Play! Love!
Coming this summer. . . TEXAS SIZZLE !