Nearing the home stretch of a novel, the story begins to feel a bit like a tired friendship. At times, taken for granted and not recognized for the gift it has become. As guilty as I am of this infraction, it has been worse. This has been my most faithful and burning project to date and the most deserving of some promises to carry me to the end:
1)I promise not to bloat you with ten dollar words when twenty-five cent ones will do.
2)I promise to forsake all other ideas, even the sparkling allure of the holographic map story, as tempting as it may be, and focus solely on you until the last sentence unfolds.
3)I promise to leak out a line to my Twitter account sporadically, instead choosing to keep the magic between us.
4)I promise to return to you, even when you're difficult or have left me adrift, when life interferes and I can only imagine a root canal would be favorable to the bloodletting on the page.
5)I promise to check each historical fact against two sources, to ensure no critic will ever undermine what we created.
6)I promise to divorce myself from the subplot, even though it has amazing emotional potential, if it makes the rest stronger.
7)I promise to steer you away from the nebulous between-genre ditch the others have fallen into and keep you safely in the parameters of marketability.
8)I promise to always remember the spark I love most about you when all others doubt.
9)I promise never to demean you, curse you, or devalue the time we've spent together, for no writing is ever wasted.
10)I promise to wait to send you out into the world until I'm sure it's the best we can do.
What promises do you owe your story?