Last night, someone close to me who is reading Jumping said to me that so far Chapter 12 is his favorite, the most beautifully written.
It’s a description of one of the main characters–Miles, Duncan Robert’s uncle and a fellow jumper–and I’d thrown it in at the request of my editor, who wanted more background on Miles to explain the later anti-war stance he takes into the Void, into an epic battle scene.
I wrote that chapter straight as it came to me, not questioning it, not needing to edit it. My editor didn’t touch it, either.
Now I see my words differently, because of what my friend said.
I’m in my own words now, not someone else’s. I haven’t been reading much since I’ve been writing. I don’t think I was supposed to be reading, so I could steep in my own words for a change, after a lifetime of reading–since I was a child and won contests for reading the most books. I’d never let go of the words of others as the way, not seeing the power of my own words to set a life by.
No matter what happens to Jumping out there in the world, I see myself and my words differently.
I hope readers keep talking to me.