I love to write. I really do. I love sitting down at my computer with an idea and watching it slowly form into something with shape, meaning, and nuance. I love being a passenger in the lives of my characters, trying to figure out what they see, do, and think as I throw events at them.
But all that can be true, and it is still work. Work I love, granted, but work. And since I also work a full-time job to support this job, it can be really draining at times. I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing… anything worthwhile is probably difficult and all that, but there are definitely days where I sit down to write and it’s a struggle.
I don’t think today will be one of those days, but it is still early in the day. But there are definitely days like that, usually around the 120K words or-so. Close enough to the end that it’s in sight, but not so close to the end that you can sprint for it and still end up with a satisfying conclusion. At this point I’m still sub-10K words for the new novel and there are definitely more words coming out of me than will be used (I’ve already cut the entire first chapter once, and I may do it again!). It’s nice when the flow is like this, when I can get a lot of work done and it doesn’t feel like work.
Anyway, I should get back to it! Thank you to everyone who reads this silly little corner of the internet!
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!