From Veronica: (You can read the full entry on her blog here)
"With this last book I got the gift of time, a full year and a half to
make it happen. And about halfway through the process, I realized that
time was making it possible for me to love what I was doing while I was
doing it, instead of just running toward a deadline as fast as I could.
The time let the book steep in me, so to speak, building strength, and
even now that I have been through several rounds of revisions I'm ready,
even excited, to read through it again. (It helps that this time it's
copyedits, my favorite things.)
I'm not here to discuss the book itself, or build it up, or dramatize
it-- it will be a creative failure in some ways and a creative success
in others and that's just the way books work. But what I'm talking
about, here, is the one area in which this work will never be a failure:
the process. In the process, I was open to criticism but I still knew
what was important to me; I worked at a steady pace and I stopped when I
needed some time to think; I let myself rest and I made myself work;
and I loved it, and I did it every day.
I heard "Ten Thousand Hours" yesterday and those lines up above--put those hours in and look what you can get/nothing that you can hold but everything that it is--
really struck me. Working without resentment toward that work, and the
time it takes, is important for all writers to learn. When you finish a
story, all that work doesn't add up to something that you can grasp,
that you can see-- even if you get a finished book at the end, it's not
equal to the hours. But what you will get is the work itself, the joy
and the peace and the struggle of it. For me, this last book was a quiet
winter, a series of cold walks to and from the local coffee shop, a
giant stack of paper next to my Christmas tree, a secret I kept even
from my family and friends, a few teary-eyed nights on the couch as I
read through the end again and again, and a realization that I have
changed and so have the things I am interested in writing about, even
though I wrote about the same characters.
I don't really have a point here. I was just thinking today, look what I
got from that time and that work-- days that I loved living, words that
I loved writing, work that I loved doing. It's not bad. Not bad at all."
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