I haven’t posted a blog in some time—I missed the whole month of May—mainly because I’ve been busy working on my novel and other assignments for school. But now that I’ve completed my second semester at SNHU I have a little time before the third semester begins.
I came as close to a nervous breakdown as one can without having to be committed to an asylum with my last assignment. I spent almost three weeks on writing and perfecting three chapters—I’m what some call a diamond polisher—when suddenly my files were corrupted. I don’t know how or why, but they were erased. Stupid me, I had not printed the thirty plus pages nor had I saved them on anything other than my flash drive. These pages were due in a week in a half. I’ve never missed an assignment. In fact, I’m usually ahead of schedule, not because I’m a perfectionist, but because I like to get things out of the way. I don’t like anything hanging over my head. Well, for two days I cried over my lost chapters. I felt like everything I touched I screwed up. When I opened the refrigerator door and a jar of tartar sauce shattered across my kitchen floor, I lost it completely. After I made it past my crying jag and the swelling in my eyes went down, I started over. I didn’t think I could rewrite those chapters, especially in a weeks’ time. I surprised myself, but it was painful. I did it in three days. They probably aren’t as good as the original ones, but I’ll never know. Since then I’ve gotten a back-up system in place and I print everything I write. I’m not going to worry about saving paper and ink anymore; it’s not worth it. I have about 75 pages left to go to complete my novel and I’m feeling stuck. It started out as historical fiction, but since my protagonist is a teenager my mentors, Best-Selling Author Jacquelyn Mitchard and Katie Towler, think it will sell as a Young Adult. Does that mean I have to cut the sex scenes? I hope not.
In one week I will be headed to New Hampshire to begin my third semester in the MFA in Creative Writing program. We spend a few days on campus at SNHU and then the rest on Star Island. I’m excited and look forward to seeing old friends and classmates. I’ll try to post some pictures from last summer’s residency. Wish me luck, because I tried earlier and nothing happened. I’m still trying to figure out how to work things on Word Press. A fellow student has promised to give me some pointers when I arrive in Manchester. I hope the weather is cooler there than it is here—100 +. In the meantime, I need to brainstorm an ending for my novel. Hum, should I leave it as a cliff hanger?