Yup, it's true. Today I am mostly writing. And it feels bloody great. It's been a while (and not exactly a wee while) since I've really and truly immersed myself in book 2. OK, so if I'm entirely honest with you, I haven't really and truly dunked myself headfirst in the story since... um... October. Just before Entangled went out on submission to publishers, in fact. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Yes, I've written dribs and drabs here and there - slowly but unsurely building word on word to reach a grand total of 29,000. But I've been annoyed with myself EVERY SINGLE DAY for not doing more. For not being a proper writer who actually, y'know, writes stuff. Just for the record, it's pretty tiring being annoyed with yourself all the time. I wouldn't recommend it. Reading about other writers on their blogs and on twitter just made me feel worse (and also better, somehow. Don't ask. It's complicated). Gawd, this is starting to look like a pity party, but WAIT, because I am officially 100% (hopefully) OVER IT.
I am writing. I'm getting to know my characters again, and they're doing things and talking to each other, and surprising me in all kinds of good ways. And it feels right. This is what I'm meant to be doing. This is why I love writing.
So I hope (reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyhope) that Writey McWriterson sticks around for a while.
It's good to back.