Often, not even as writers but rather as normal citizens living out everyday life, we want the destination; be that destination the end of something—such as a graduation—or the beginning of a new life phase such as that of marriage and family. The desperation can become so great in fact that we plot, plan, and manoeuvre around our respective paths in search for the ultimate goal of achievement. We push through our own personal daily grind, and, most times, we don’t take the changes that come along very well. Rarely do we stop and relish the process. Rarely do we enjoy the journey.
For the writer, at least for this writer, that want for the destination is even greater. The end of the story is the goal, but the process of getting there is a painstaking one, causing massive desperation for the end. Fortunately, I continue to learn to appreciate it and relish the journey; a task which proves harder and harder book after book. For instance, during the writing process of my second thriller, The Bleeding , I found myself shaking and crying over the contents of a scene that was one of my most brutal. In all honesty, it stalled me for some time in my work because my own response had shocked me. The same thing happened with my next works, One Minute There and also Black Cradle.
Now, as I write my fifth story, Black Roses, I know the same thing will happen again and there is a fear for that moment. But, for that instance that is still to come—that temptation to hate that journey to the end of Black Roses—it is best to remember the words of Alexandra Stoddard: “Slow down, calm down, don’t worry, don’t hurry, trust the process.” For the reader, the story itself is a progression, a process. If they skip to the end, they are lost. It is only fair that the author have the same progression; analyzing the work, our own feelings that ensue, and the characters’ personalities and responses to situations. After all, if we as authors, don’t feel the process, neither will the reader.