A Day Late . . .

​This blog post is a day late.  It’s posted on Thursday, not Wednesday.  Yesterday we were on a plane on our way home from Fort Worth, Texas where we celebrated both Lynette’s and my granddaughter’s birthdays.  It was great to visit our Texas family for a few days.  It’s hard to have family and grandkids thousands of miles away – it’s very different from the family we have that’s five miles from our home.
Back on the last day of November I proudly blogged that I had finished my rough, draft manuscript for third historical novel Dead Reckoning.  I promised to let the manuscript “get cold” and begin editing in January.  I’ve found that I miss working on a manuscript.  It has been very tempting to open the file just to take a peak.  I’ve already had second thoughts about the final chapter, I worry that I’ve ended Ian Murphy’s story too abruptly and have ached to jump into a re-write of the last chapter.
I won’t do it.  I must have faith that the path I’ve set out for myself is the right path.  There is some solace in writing weekly blogs; however, a blog is much different than developing a story.  By writing a blog is how I know that I’m not a non-fiction writer.
So, I won’t torture myself or you by stretching out this little piece any longer – until next week then.