“ONE CANNOT KNOW WHAT A MAN REALLY IS BY THE END OF A FORTNIGHT.” – Mr. Bennet
In my first novel, Mr. Darcy’s Promise, it is an arranged marriage scenario where Elizabeth has to learn to trust in Mr. Darcy’s affections. Each chapter I wrote, from the moment she committed herself to erect a certain level of companionship (she was under the impression it was a loveless marriage) to the final chapter where they express their love openly, I saw myself giving into hope for my own Mr. Darcy.
In my second novel, Pride and Persistence, I wrote about Mr. Darcy focusing and perseverating on what he wants most: winning Elizabeth’s hand in marriage. By this time, I had ventured into the dating world a little, a very little, and learned that working full time and writing novels and raising 3 kids was a pretty full life. But that did not mean I had to stop perseverating on what I wanted most in my life. I decided that at the moment, getting my books published was most important behind raising my kids. So I persisted, and continue to persist.
My third novel, To Refine Like Silver, takes you on a journey of seeing subtle but valuable changes in Darcy, Georgiana, and Elizabeth, (and yes, even Wickham and Mrs. Bennet) while they learn to love each other in spite of their trials. I learned that our trials are not what define us, but rather refine us. I was able to understand a little more why God gives us the challenges we face.
I am happy to say that as of 1:30 pm yesterday afternoon, I got to write the words, “THE END”, on my third novel. It is such a powerful thing to finish something. Whether it is getting the laundry cleaned, folded, and put away all before a half load has been dirtied, or cutting into that homemade cinnamon roll and knowing that the wait was worth it, or graduating from college, to have something come to an end is wonderful. And to an author, who puts their heart in his/her pages, the words “THE END” are even more powerful. One can write the most inspired prose, or describe the most vivid scene, but no two words are more powerful than the words, “THE END”.
So is it really the end? Most definitely not! How can I deny myself the chance to learn and grow with a fourth, fifth, or sixth book? And since I have no Mr. Darcy of my own yet, I am simply just going to have to keep falling in love with him all over again with each new novel. I may have written 675 pages and 134,500 words in 11 months, but it is most definitely not the end. To me, it felt not much longer than a fortnight. Thank you Mr. Bennet for saying that “one cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight”, because I feel like I have just gotten started. The end is just the beginning for this author, so expect a great deal of growth in the near future.
Now as I get off this sugar high, expect a bit of a lull as the plot bunnies start hopping. How will they fall in love next time? Oh, the wheels are churning.
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