I am having the hardest time with I Am Yours. I know that’s not what you want to hear right now but it’s true and it is not because I don’t love the people or the journey these two people (Amara and Noah) have embarked upon. It’s because it’s taking so darn long to tell their story. They are complicated and in a complicated predicament and I’ve grown a little impatient with them.
I didn’t realize it until someone pointed out to me that I am the kind of writer that gets an idea inspired by something and then I sit down and run with it. I can come up with something from a prompt which is highly creative of me but that does not a novel make. A novel takes the discipline to stay with the story even when that inspiration has fizzled and died. This is not a sprint, I remind myself.
Lately I’ve been working through these tough times and it occurred to me while I trudged through, that writing a novel is a lot like a relationship. In the beginning it’s passionate and you can’t get enough of each other. You sneak hot kisses and gropes to body parts when no one is looking just to get through a long day. When you walk in the door from that long day, you’re too impatient to set the mood with candles and plush down bedding, no, you yank off your clothes and get it on right there, against the wall, on the rough carpeted floor or on the couch. And in the middle of the night when you both shift and brush against each other, it’s seen as an invitation to start all over again; slipping it in from the side so you don’t have the unpleasantries of sleep filled eyes and dank, stinky breath. When the sun’s rays filter through the blinds, you are rocking into each other over and over to start the day right. A sprint.
After a while though, you settle in, getting used to each other and not that you feel any differently, you just don’t go out of your way like you used to. Those stolen moments filled with passion that kept you going in the mundane tasks of life are almost lost. However, it would be a mistake to get lulled by the fact that you are with “the one”; that the passion will be there when you are good and ready because he or she requires the same effort today as they did yesterday and even when you feel like things have settled, we are in a constant state of flux as individuals; the only way to survive it on the other side together is to give it all you’ve got now. Always. Never give up. I’ve got to give my story all I’ve got always and forever so we both can make it to the other side.
Funny thing is, as I was closing this post up to share with you, I thought about the difference in the sprinter and the long distance runner. That long distance runner gives all they have until completion but the pacing is just so. It’s just right so that the energy is there until the end. So it’s all in the pacing, huh?
Maybe rather than be worked up about it not coming as quickly and as intensely as before I should be happy to have the reserves (which means it’s still there) to keep going and use them until I can see the finish line and sprint my way there. Until completion.