I have been working on a novel, a work in progress for several years now. The cliché pertains; it has been a labor of love: staying up late, waking up early on weekends, creating characters, pushing them to precipices and then figuring out how to rescue them. Hours passed editing, revising, checking grammar and revising some more, and at the end of the day I didn’t feel exhausted, but exhilarated, eager for morning to do it all over again.
I realized my focus had changed and a long chapter in my own life story was coming to its conclusion. With the manuscript now in the hands of a publisher, and a second novel well into its second revision, it’s time to turn the page. I leave broadcast news not to retire, but to write. I’m not going to disappear. No longer bound to neutrality as a journalist, I look forward to becoming more active in the community.
And yes, after six years of the alarm going off at 2:44 a.m. it is wonderful to sleep in until sunrise, then walk downstairs to my home office and write.