Tonight I continued to dredge through chapter ten of my novel The Pneuma Orb. I say dredge because the first hour truly felt like dredging through quicksand, seeing the other side, knowing how to get there, but unable to make my body move properly. However, I stopped, prayed a silent request, calmed myself, drank a cup of Oolong Tea, and with a refreshed mine, began again. I finished the night by writing 2 1/2 to 3 pages. I feel good about it too. The story is coming along smoothly. The characters are growing. The scenes are developing. And the plot continues to move.
I hope to finish the chapter this week. I’d like to write a minimum of one chapter per week. Give myself a chance to take it slow. To revise and edit. Let my wife read it. And then revise and edit again. Perhaps I will write a chapter for the novel one week and then write a short story the week after. Make a consistent thing of it. Chapter. Short story. Chapter. Short Story. It would keep me consistent with posting a new short on Amazon Digital, which I have enjoyed greatly. I have already published two short stories and a children’s book on there in the past two weeks. In that time, I have had over 170 downloads. Very encouraging. I had hoped to receive a lot of reviews and comments on the stories, but have only received one. While this did bug me, after some wise words from my wife, and a good swift kick in the rear from the Holy Spirit, I have realized it does me better when I do not focus on how others view me or my work. I sleep and write better. In fact, I think we all do.
Till another evening,
Good night.
James
