Exhilaration

I can’t believe it.  I have read and edited more than 54,000 words in just a few days.  Once I got past the daunting task of introducing my characters and developing them just enough so that readers can relate, the plot just kind of spilled out of me.  I understand why writers lock themselves away in seclusion to finish their work… if I weren’t filling sippy cups, fetching snacks, and doing laundry, and, and… I just might be done by now.   Each time I look at the clock, another 45 minutes has gone by and it only feels like a few.  Whatever has infected me with creativity, please don’t go away.

I have developed a nifty trick for injecting first person humor that before was misplaced, or was drowning the plot.  Funny really…. it seems so blatantly obvious to me now.  I feel like I should be thanking someone for my newfound passion, but I don’t know who deserves the honor?  All I know is I’m more than halfway done and my story and characters are becoming a real part of me.  When I’m not telling the story, I miss it.  When I’m not thinking about how to develop the characters further or fill a plot hole, I feel guilty.  I haven’t felt like this in a very, very long time.  I’m nearing the climax now and have lots of moving parts to tie together…wish me luck.

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