"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be
my last
paragraph, my
last
"brushstroke."
It took some
perseverance
to write one
hundred, and
more so, to
write one per
day, not
skipping any
days. But this
wasn't as big
a commitment
as when I
wrote the
book. Doing
that at a time
when I needed
to care for a
toddler
required a lot
of
determination.
I
was lucky to
find a great
daycare to
leave my son
two mornings a
week. I had
visited
another one
and I had a
list of three
others to
evaluate, but
once I met the
owner of the
second one, I
looked no
more. Not only
did we connect
in that we
both had
suffered in
ways most
people around
us don't, but
I also
immediately
noticed how
she could
really listen,
give me her
undivided
attention. I
was sure this
was the one
place where I
could leave my
son. A few
weeks after we
met, she
offered to
keep him an
extra hour or
two free of
charge on days
where she
didn't have
many children.
Invaluable. I
would write
and write,
some days
producing one
thousand
words. It took
me four years
to come up
with a first
full draft.
Granted, it
was a long
manuscript
(800 pages). I
revised my
work for three
months and
then handed it
to a
professional
editor. Like
with the
daycare, I
interviewed
several but I
knew from the
beginning who
would be "the
one." I needed
someone with a
special
sensitivity
for my
project, and
only she had
it. She took
about five
weeks to do
her work. I spent almost a
whole year going over all
her comments,
to polish, to
refine, to
give shape, to
find titles
and quotes.
After that, I
asked her for
a last pass,
which took her
nine months
(setback from
a difficult
personal
situation).
The last month
was formatting
for me. All in
all, the book
was a six-year
commitment.
Mission
accomplished.
Both then and
now.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...