It's been rainy and cold, and I’m dragging myself through a final edit on the book due this week. I’m sick and tired of the whole story at this point. I’m dying to play with new ideas and new characters and I just want the old ones gone.
That's also kind of the way I feel about my kitchen’s current state of demolition. Nothing like wrecking a kitchen while finishing a book! It was quite satisfying when they were hauling out the cranky old stove and leaky dishwasher and the cabinets that threw plastic washers into my soup. The project got a whole lot messier when they ripped out walls to remove the old tile. But then they brought in all the pretty new cabinets…and things looked good.
But two weeks into eating out of a microwave and I’m ready to send this project to bed! The counter top hasn’t arrived. The new tile and appliances can’t be installed until the counter is in. My lovely pumpkin and yellow paint will no longer work with my new maple cabinets, so I need to find a whole new color scheme for the entire back of the house because we have an open floor plan. The antique bronze hardware I envisioned won’t work with anything, and I have to rethink the metal. It’s one lousy edit after another. I’m ready to get this over and go outside and play in my garden. Or redesign the master suite…
I love the creative process, but the details are a real pain! Does anyone else find themselves in this same boat? Envisioning gorgeous sweaters but not finding the right wool or design? Digging up the front yard but only producing a few dead plants?
And as a side note, I've been writing a blog about how authors are paid over on my personal blog site http://patriciarice.blogspot.com/. It's geared toward new writers but for anyone who ever wondered how authors are paid, you might skim through it. It might give you new insight into why writers have a penchant for destruction!