To pull out! Not a single strand. The gray went too and let me tell you, getting a grip on those wily little strays took the strength of Samson.
I wrote and wrote until my fingertips were numb, nails stripped to bloody pulps, polish chipped so badly there were tiny portraits of...SORRY! this isn't about the fingernails--it's about the hair being pulled out. And the why of it.
Where was I. Writing. Okay, so, I finished my little gem. Oh, wait, there's some holiday flair here too because I felt like Santa Claus, minus the worn, red suit of course. I pulled out my check list. Checked it once, checked it twice, what character was naughty, and who was nice.
Yada, yada, yada.
Read it, edited it, and read it again. I'm smiling because I love this story--the world is gonna love this story right? The blurb was attached along with a synopsis and it's all ready to go with my sweetly typed introduction letter saying, "Hi, it's me again! Here's all the things I've done over the last year, all the writing organizations I belong to, and you, dear editor, will LOVE this story."
I hit the send button and pull up another blank page.
It all starts over again...but wait. Beep, beep--I've GOT MAIL. I open it with glee, sure there's an acceptance in there.
It's the dreaded rewrite and resubmit. Oh, come on, you've had them too. For me, there's nothing worse. I'd almost prefer, "Sorry, not right for us." Note please: I said almost.
Here's where the hair pulling starts. I've written this story once and I've moved on. I start digging through the cyber notes, get everything in order and I begin the rewrite. I pull a paragraph out here, add a piece there, and damn, up pops a whole new character. I don't know this person from Adam. I've never seen them before, they've never said a single, solitary word to me, yet here they are smack dab in the middle of MY story. The nerve!
Anyway, we do the meet, greet and glad to know you thing, I introduce them to the others living there and then I sit back and watch the sparks fly. Do they fit in, is everyone happy now? Sure they are.
You see, this isn't really a new person, they have only been rewritten. Now they are stronger and wiser, or meaner and badder. They're much more interesting, and of course--they fit right in.
Now, if I could only find the hair I loss.
Remember: Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele