by Kami Cornwall
As I was sitting at McDonald's with my nine-year-old for a mother-son lunch date the other day a friend came in and asked, "How's the book coming?" My heart sank as I admitted I hadn't written in three weeks or so. I write in spurts. I'm currently in the common "This-whole-thing-is-stupid-nobody-is-going-to-want-to-read-it" dry-spell.
My friend chuckled and reminded me that he'd like to read it and encouraged me to finish the book. I had this fleeting thought of the "just finish the race" pep-talk that a youth leader gave me once. The moral of the story was that it didn't matter whether you won or lost, but that you finished the race. I assured my friend that I would finish and let him read it.
So here I am at grandma's house in Olympia taking the kids out of school and enjoying some family time away from home...and new resolve to pick it back up. The weird head-cold fog that hit me full force this morning doesn't help. Or does it? One of my characters could go through some foggy confusion at some point, and I can draw on this feeling for that. Right? Sure!
So my apologies for not blogging sooner.
That is all.