This weekend, working on my novel I realized my book was wandering. The story I was writing wasn’t going where I thought I would and I was lost. I pulled out my original notes and spent two days re-writing them to better serve the story and characters I was developing.
It dawns on me that my life is going through one of those rewrites. The characters and setting are not at all what I thought they would be at this point in my story. And I’m not the great lead character I thought I’d be. I thought I knew what I wanted in life and who I wanted to be to get there. But the closer I get to that, the less it feels right.
I don’t know if there is ever a wrong age or wrong time to rewrite a story. Stories and plots are easy to fix if somewhat annoying (all my work undone by the delete key!!!) Re-routing a life is much harder, but the perfect story can be worth the struggle.