February 6, 2012 at 10:34 AMKatie McGarry

Book I'm currently reading: 11/22/63 by Stephen King

This morning's running conditions: 30 degrees and sunny

Song I placed on repeat while running: Smile by Uncle Kracker

Why I love the song: My youngest child sings it to me

My Favorite Lyrics:

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold Buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Oh, you make me smile

I finished and turned in book 3.  It’s a surreal mixture of emotions.

  • Accomplishment: Yay, I did it!
  • Relief: Thank God it’s done because I have a deadline.
  • Grief: I really loved these characters and I’m sad to let them go.

This is the third time in my life I’ve pushed send on an e-mail to my editor with my “finished” manuscript added as an attachment. Each time, the feeling is the same:

  • I’m hit with a rush of adrenaline: OMG I’m actually done
  • My heart races as terror floods my bloodstream: what if there are major errors in the story
  • Then my face flushes as I go into shock: what if the story sucks?

After the e-mail leaves my laptop and goes out into the cyber world, I sit back in my chair, take a deep breath, and feel a little lost. I flip through the pages, pausing to skim my favorite scenes. Someday, others will read this book, and they’ll meet a new hero and heroine. They’ll follow their story and hopefully my readers will fall in love.

For months I’ve researched, plotted, written, cried, over-analyzed, and edited. And now…it’s done.

As I flip through book three I see the first time I saw my cover for Pushing the Limits, the wonderful relationship I’ve forged with my editor, and the thrill and terror of revising my first book while writing another.

I also see a horrific loss and the grief that resulted from that loss. I see the night my husband and I shared a carton of ice cream for dinner because we experienced a day that knocked not only the wind out of us, but in the end, made us emotionally bleed.

I see how devastating moments made not only me stronger, but my relationships stronger.

I see what will probably be the first of many birthday sleepovers, my first trip to New York City, the joys of owning Just Dance 3, my trip to Maine, and some of the most fantastic Saturday nights of my life.

A lot of laughter, smiles, and tears were experienced while writing this book. My only hope is that my readers will enjoy what I so thoroughly loved writing.

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As always, I love reading your blogs!  And that's what makes you an awesome writer...your raw and real!

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