Post by Sidonie Raviver (D) on Feb 25, 2010 21:35:27 GMT -5
The shock of finding out that I was with child wore off within a few weeks, by then I could tell the differences between how I had been before, and the gentle swelling of my stomach. I lived in a strange world after that, I continued to work non stop at my book but this time I was taking care of myself with the assistance of Elenore. She would fuss and fret over everything, treating me as though I may break should I do something wrong, or lift something too heavy. It was aggravating to say the least. My morning sickness wore off a week or so after I found out that I was with child, by then I had been just over three months. But other then Elenore’s constant care and my stomach now beginning to bulge though my clothing, there was little to tell that I was pregnant. Perhaps it was the ever looming knowledge that there was a 50/50 chance the child was Adin, which kept me from really exploring my feelings on the subject. Or perhaps it was the fact that I saw my book as my only real redemption; either way I solely focused on it till I had near worked my fingers to the bone. By the time I was six months I had my rough draft ready to take to my editor.
“It’s good.” He said as I gingerly sat down in the chair across from him.
“Yes?” I replied, my brows raised and careful optimism in my voice.
“Obviously there are a few spelling mistakes, but you’re a master at your craft Sidonie.” It was our second meeting; the first had been to drop off the original version for him to view.
“Then you’ll publish it?” I added cautiously.
“Of course,” He said smiling. “A book like this should do well. With the marriage of the Queen coming, there are plenty of romantics out there looking for novels that reflect that.” He added.
“It’s certainly a departure from your usual style; it’s not as dark as your others. I half expected on of the characters to die.” He chuckled and I smiled.
“But you write emotions well, and I think your audience will enjoy the fact that it has a happy ending.”
Indeed, I had struggled over this. The writer in me told me to write it the way it had already played out; the heroine left alone in her struggles, bound to live with the regret of her mistakes. But my heart just couldn’t let that happen; if I couldn’t be happy, at least there was an opportunity to have some one be, even if they weren’t real.
“Excellent.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’ll get this to my copy editor and we should see a finished and bound edition in say… two months?” He shrugged.
“Give or take.” He smiled then and I nodded, smiling as I ran my hand over my stomach, something that was becoming unconscious to me. The small being inside me tumbled a little and I felt it; I wondered if he or she could sense what I was feeling and was reacting to it.
“And let me say Sidonie, I was happy to hear you are with child. My wife was happy to hear it too. You should come by for dinner some time; I’m sure she’d love to share some motherly advice.” He chuckled and I smiled back.
“Thank you, I’d like that.” I replied, running a hand over my stomach again.
“I’ll send you a missive in a week or so to let you know when we can see the book being finished; and how about dinner in a fort night?” He added.
“That sounds lovely.” I replied. He stood first and took my hand helping me to my feet with practiced care. I knew he had three of his own children so I was certain the concern came easily.
“Excellent. See you then.” We said our good byes and I made my way back to my carriage, Elenore in tow as always. With that I returned to my town home, a heavy burden lifted from my chest.
“It’s good.” He said as I gingerly sat down in the chair across from him.
“Yes?” I replied, my brows raised and careful optimism in my voice.
“Obviously there are a few spelling mistakes, but you’re a master at your craft Sidonie.” It was our second meeting; the first had been to drop off the original version for him to view.
“Then you’ll publish it?” I added cautiously.
“Of course,” He said smiling. “A book like this should do well. With the marriage of the Queen coming, there are plenty of romantics out there looking for novels that reflect that.” He added.
“It’s certainly a departure from your usual style; it’s not as dark as your others. I half expected on of the characters to die.” He chuckled and I smiled.
“But you write emotions well, and I think your audience will enjoy the fact that it has a happy ending.”
Indeed, I had struggled over this. The writer in me told me to write it the way it had already played out; the heroine left alone in her struggles, bound to live with the regret of her mistakes. But my heart just couldn’t let that happen; if I couldn’t be happy, at least there was an opportunity to have some one be, even if they weren’t real.
“Excellent.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’ll get this to my copy editor and we should see a finished and bound edition in say… two months?” He shrugged.
“Give or take.” He smiled then and I nodded, smiling as I ran my hand over my stomach, something that was becoming unconscious to me. The small being inside me tumbled a little and I felt it; I wondered if he or she could sense what I was feeling and was reacting to it.
“And let me say Sidonie, I was happy to hear you are with child. My wife was happy to hear it too. You should come by for dinner some time; I’m sure she’d love to share some motherly advice.” He chuckled and I smiled back.
“Thank you, I’d like that.” I replied, running a hand over my stomach again.
“I’ll send you a missive in a week or so to let you know when we can see the book being finished; and how about dinner in a fort night?” He added.
“That sounds lovely.” I replied. He stood first and took my hand helping me to my feet with practiced care. I knew he had three of his own children so I was certain the concern came easily.
“Excellent. See you then.” We said our good byes and I made my way back to my carriage, Elenore in tow as always. With that I returned to my town home, a heavy burden lifted from my chest.