I woke up at 5:02 this morning, made myself a cuppa delicious cappuccino and settled in to write. Yes, only an hour in before rushing off to get ready for what the rest of the world considers “real life,” aka my job, but how fabulous I feel. As buoyant, exercised and energized as if I’d just finished a great workout. 1,200 words.
And now I know when I return this afternoon, I’m at a new point in the novel. Definitely at the last third, plot-wise. Almost everyone is revealed, and I stopped just before the last person. I love writing to the next twist. It’s a natural ending point, and yet it’s so full of juice to be squeezed when I turn back to my work.
God, I love writing. 🙂
I am reminded I read somewhere that writing a book is like having a romantic relationship. In the beginning, we’re all enamored and can’t bear to be away from our “significant other.” Then we start having rough patches. Then we think of all the time we’ve invested in this imperfect being and keep working at our problems, etc.
Oh lordy! Yes, I’m still in my honeymoon stage, which takes work too but which is so consuming and fulfilling and even euphoric from time to time.
La, la, by the time I get to work I’ll have already had a wonderful day. I love being a morning person… 🙂 🙂 🙂