"La Bruja", the short story I'm writing for my little sister, D, is a great joy to write, but it's now at 24 single-spaced pages. The ending is on the horizon, and I ended it in various ways. I keep telling myself, just five more pages, but that was like 15 pages ago. It's a lot of fun to write, and I hope to be done, so I can revise the shit out of it. For now, you can read the ongoing draft and IT IS a draft with typos and all: "La Bruja del Barrio Loco".
I also found a friend who has a cool cover I can use for this piece, if she ever returns my calls. The more I think about the image, the more I like it. Sadly, there is something very non-committal about other writers and artists that keeps them busy. Some of them, anyway. You have to catch them at the right moment, and no one seems to have time.
But enough waaaaah. I also discovered that given my time constraints, I can only work on one project at a time. The Harvest: A Novel has been put on hold temporarily, but that is OK because sometimes a little distance can add some much needed perspective. It's like seeing your husband come home from a trip, and you fall in love all over again, even if it's just for a short while. It's the same with writing. You love it when you return to it and become reacquainted with the characters, and then you notice all the flaws and the struggles begin. End romance.
Here's to writing struggles, yet loving them all the same.
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