An Old Friend

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It’s the book that refuses to allow me to type “the end.” To be honest, it’s nowhere near ready for that, but it’s been around since 2013. I keep going back to it. I’ve used it for NaNoWriMo twice by pretty much wiping out the original content and starting it from scratch. It has parts I absolutely hate, and parts, when I dig it out and start reading through it again, that my brain stops short on and says, “Damn, that’s not too bad!”

It has potential. However, that potential is probably going to take a shoehorn, or maybe a crowbar (heck, anyone got a jackhammer?) to pry loose.

Yet, it’s the book I just can’t put down.

You see, when I first started it, a friend read the first couple chapters and loved it. She showed it to her husband, also a precious friend, who loved it even more. He’d been in law enforcement all his adult life, and the book opens with a homicide detective on stakeout. He just related to that, I guess, and saw the potential for the story. He said he couldn’t wait to see it finished.

And not long afterward, he passed away.

Five years on, and I still haven’t finished this book. At this point, I really don’t care if it ever sees publication. I just want to finish it. I want to see it through to the end. I want to be faithful to the book, and to my dear friend’s memory.

Maybe we all have a book like that. Maybe some of them will never get written.

This one will.

I’ve pulled the Scrivener file out of mothballs again, and for the past week, I’ve cracked it open every day. I’ve rearranged some scenes, rewritten a few. I’ve been writing the drips and gobs of glue that will eventually hold the story together. Once that is all done, and I have an actual draft, I’ll start the rewrites. I’m going to finish this thing, even if it stretches out through the rest of my lifetime, so that¬† the final words are written when I’m old and wrinkled and half-blind, with arthritic knuckles that can barely manage the keyboard.

Will there even be keyboards then? Who am I kidding? Those days are not really all that far away.¬† I’d better get cranking!

Yes, I’m going to finish this book. I’m going to do it for the book, and for myself. I’m going to do it for my friend.

I hope he’s reading over my shoulder. I can use the encouragement.

 

 

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