Okay today’s coffee is Starbuck’s Toffee Mocha (a skinny one, of course–starting to wonder if regular would taste the same *sighs*) and it’s pretty darn good. Anyway, about the title of this blog. I’ve decided (last time I swear) that I will not revise my manuscript any more. I’m sending it out on its final query quest. My decision to say goodbye, brought about a mourning process, I wasn’t ready for.
I wore black all of last week (okay, most of my clothes are black), I pulled up passages to visit my characters one last time, and I archived all documents and pictures pertaining to said story. A cloud of depression rolled over me as I researched setting and characters for my new project. It just didn’t help.
I realized my characters in my finished project had become real to me. I sat down with them every morning, drinking coffee and having conversations with them. I cried with them. I laughed with them. They’d become so important to me that it was like attending a funeral when I said a tearful goodbye to them. So I forced myself to move on, peeking over my shoulder as I went to make sure they were okay. They were. They probably didn’t even notice I had gone.
As I wrote the first scenes of my new project, it felt awkward. I didn’t know these characters as well. It felt weird and clumsy talking to them. The setting wasn’t as exciting to me. I deleted it three times. I wondered if I could ever love any characters as much as I loved the ones in the novel that I’d just put away. Could I care as much, understand them as much, or love them as much? By Thursday, the darkest night, I felt doomed.
Then glorious Friday arrived and the light shot through the window, illuminating a new beginning. I changed the name of my characters in the new project, found a better setting, and wrote for nine hours straight. They breathed. They cried. They drove me to write more and more. I felt like I’d said goodbye to an old lover that was dragging me down and said hello to a new one who was showing me how much better I could be. I’m obsessed with my new relationships, happily skipping in the sunlight with them. Getting to know them. To love them. To follow them on a new journey. One I hope will lead me to my ultimate goal — published.
But here’s the thing, even though I’ve moved on, I secretly wish that my finished project would find a publishing home so that I can write many more adventures with those characters. So how do you move on from the characters you love so much?
That’s it. Slurp! Okay, even though this coffee is the skinny version it rocks!