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This Writing Thing
Oct. 9th, 2018 10:34 pmI had forgotten, there for a while, how much I love this writing thing. Book one finally started cooperating last week and I have just finished chapter five. I've got 12,347 words so far and I am totally in love with my characters and my story. Honestly, I haven't felt this way about any of my writing since I wrote Wolf Moon. It is just coming out like I'm bleeding words into the keyboard. And when I finish a chapter it is like there is now an empty spot in my head waiting for new words to come and fill it up. And they actually come. I am definitely well into the writing mania.
I haven't really set any goals for myself like for word count or anything. I'm not even necessarily writing every day, though I am most days. Some days are spent in full on day dream mode, sort of just breathing the characters, while I listen to my playlist of songs that literally have the ability to put me in this other world and this other head space. But I don't listen while I write. For that I need silence because the words are so loud and the pictures so vivid that there isn't any room for music.
I love living in this head space, but I literally have to set timers to go off so that I remember to do things like eat, make dinner, transfer and fold laundry, and do dishes. You know, all those boring, mundane tasks that keep the world chugging along. It was five o'clock before I remembered I hadn't eaten anything all day. It's just that absorbing. But I love it. I really do love being here. There is just so much satisfaction in writing and I really, really did miss it. It is so good to have the magic back.
I haven't really set any goals for myself like for word count or anything. I'm not even necessarily writing every day, though I am most days. Some days are spent in full on day dream mode, sort of just breathing the characters, while I listen to my playlist of songs that literally have the ability to put me in this other world and this other head space. But I don't listen while I write. For that I need silence because the words are so loud and the pictures so vivid that there isn't any room for music.
I love living in this head space, but I literally have to set timers to go off so that I remember to do things like eat, make dinner, transfer and fold laundry, and do dishes. You know, all those boring, mundane tasks that keep the world chugging along. It was five o'clock before I remembered I hadn't eaten anything all day. It's just that absorbing. But I love it. I really do love being here. There is just so much satisfaction in writing and I really, really did miss it. It is so good to have the magic back.
