I have spent every weekend since November either conducting research on William or writing about him.
I have traveled to the Library of Congress in Washington D.C. - twice (where I got lost in Baltimore, don't ask me why I was going through Baltimore to get to D.C.); the Adirondack Museum - twice (I almost ran over a wild turkey on Rt. 28); the Syracuse University Library - twice; and I am on my way to the New York Public Library next week.
I have labored over this story for months, tracking down facts about William's family and the many acquaintances he made throughout his productive life.
Now I have to wait for an editor to tell me what he thinks about all of that hard work?
And when I tried to start on that database of characters as my editor suggested, it took me only ten minutes to become completely bored and start in on another blog. I just don't want to stop writing.
As far as I am concerned, my editor may comment on syntax, misspelled words, and malapropisms but if he even dares to suggest an alternative ending I will not speak to him for a week!