It’s a stressful weekend for me. My book, Valley of Hope (Book 4 in the Amish of Lancaster Series) is finished. It has gone through multiple rounds of editing and revisions. I’ve worked on it night and day and night and day for weeks and weeks and weeks. Before I was writing, I was thinking about it, dreaming about it, planning it, and revising it…all before the “pen to paper” stage (or, in the 21st century, “fingers to keyboard” stage).
And now it’s finished.
And now I wait.
Waiting is the hardest thing to do. Will people like it? Will people respond to the story? Will people be moved?
One of my key pre-readers told me that it’s better than Pastures of Faith. Since that book has gotten quite a bit of attention, I take that to be a really good sign. Still, I worry.
Real writers write for one and only one reason: to share their passion for story-telling. It’s not about money. It’s not about fame. It’s not about rankings. It’s not about anything other than telling a good story and having someone appreciate it. Just one person is all that it takes. Reading Helen’s post that “Wheeeeee, that was some story” just about made my year. Receiving an email from Juanita about how much she loves my stories can bring tears to my eyes. Knowing that Dianna and Sue and the Amish “gang” on Facebook are waiting for my next book…well, that’s quite special.
It’s also really stressful. You see, I want to deliver my story in such a neat little package that my readers feel as if they have embarked on a journey with me into the world of the Amish, even if only for a few hours while they were curled up on the sofa with a cup of coffee and warm blanket…and my story. When they read the story, I am with them, standing impatiently while peering over their shoulder…waiting. Waiting for feedback. Waiting for tears. Waiting for a smile. Waiting for that moment that I know that they have loved the story.
And so I wait…