As a writer there is nothing I love more that burying myself in my characters and plot. Clacking away on my keyboard and leaving the real world do what it wants. Sometimes I can lose myself for hours on end and forget to eat and drink. However, there comes a time when the story telling ends, and the last chapter is written. I hate writing that last word.
Because then I start to panic! I know what is coming next. Hours, days and weeks (sometimes months) of proof reading, correcting, editing and rewriting. On top of worrying, loss of self confidence, fear and a concern that the story doesn’t stand up. It’s my complete loss of confidence time. It’s also the time that I become completely fed up after reading the damn story a hundred times. I have just been through this for the last two months, and I think I need a personality transplant.
Thankfully, this painful period is nearly over for my latest book Louis. I am at the point where I think I could recite it word for word. But I know that very soon, I will release it to the world, and if it is read or not, I know that I at least have read it for the last time. What a relief.
So now, it’s back to clacking again on my keyboard and losing myself again. Until the next time that dreaded last word arrives.