You know that feeling you get when you're absolutely loving a book and you pass the halfway point? You slow down a little, re-read great sentences, prolong the experience of reading really amazing words. And then when there's only one or two pages left, you begin to mourn the loss of the book, even before it's over. What will you read next? How will you ever love characters as much? How will another author ever top this book?
That's how I feel when we start a new project.
Lisa can spout off ideas like it's her job, and as the official idea whore, I guess it kind of is. She can form an entire plot in seconds with characters to boot. I sit back unconvinced, still bitter at having typed "The End" on whatever manuscript we've just wrapped up. We go back and forth like this, Lisa spouting, me poking until we're a combination of exhausted, annoyed, excited and confused and there's nothing left to do but write.
So we do. Well, actually, Lisa does. She always writes the first chapter. Always. And then it appears in my inbox and I download the document 1/4 curious, 3/4 skeptical. But as I read her words, her first-take at the start of a shiny new project, I'm hooked. And before I know it I'm editing and rearranging and typing Chapter 2.
And so it starts. The beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Tell me I'm not insane. Does anyone else grieve endings and beginnings like I do?