I’m at that point in my story when it’s absolute perfection. The characters are perfectly flawed. The plot is appropriately thick. The grip on the reader is winched tight. And it’s all because I haven’t actually written very much yet.
Come on, you know that place. It’s where the entire potential of your story lies out in front of you. You see the end result: final manuscript, soon to be Beautiful Book. Your future is perfect:
Beautiful Book is loved by agent.
Beautiful Book wins unprecedented publishing contract.
Beautiful Book is adored by millions.
Beautiful Book garners critical praise.
Beautiful Book redeems author from all past faux pas…
OK. Even I’m laughing now.
But it’s fun to pretend, isn’t it? And now, back to the grueling ink and paper reality of making Beautiful Book from imagination into actual story.