Yes, one year of working on my book project. Three full handwritten journals of story, two for editing and notes, 221,000 words on the word processor and a 60,000 rough draft still unfinished.

An epic amount of work for a simple little story, one that I thought would be done by now–at the very least well into editing. But it’s okay. I finally found work for which I have passion. I’m willing to spend whatever amount of time it takes to make it happen. But, I am surprised to discover there is a trade off for passion like that–suddenly I find myself thinking that I can’t live without it. I’ve been on hiatus for several weeks now and I’ve been a wreck without work to keep me stable and focused. I thought this was my one and only story ever. Well….I guess we’ll just have to see.