Of this sickness. Jesus H. Kristoffersen…I spent all day in bed today, except one stint on the couch for dinner and a walk down the street to buy groceries. That was it. At least up until I sat down and got my writing done. I didn’t think that shit was going to happen, to be honest with you. And I was willing to let the streak die in the face of the sickness…but I rallied.
I love my characters so much you guys. SO MUCH. I could literally cry I love them so much. They’re such good people, such well-intentioned little fuckers, and yes they fight and they screw up and they make so many mistakes…but they really really love each other and they really do take care of each other. I love them to pieces. I feel very, very close to them, and I was doing a rewriting worksheet tonight on character that particularly needs a bit of work on this rewrite, and I really discovered some badassness to her, and had some really fun moments that came to me to include in the next draft.
See…that’s what this whole process of rewriting has revealed to me; I *like* this. I thought I didn’t, but I do. I really really really really really do. I’m having a blast. I’m looking forward to rewriting now. I never ever thought I would find that, you guys. Genuinely. And I’m sitting here realizing that I USED to like rewriting a lot, when I was younger, in school. I remember now really enjoying fleshing things out, polishing them to a luster-y shine. How could I forgotten that…? It must have just been time. Too much time away.
If you find something you love, people…don’t spend too much time away from it. Don’t leave it for too long, because you will forget how much you love it. And if that advice just made you feel like there’s a weight pressing down on your chest, take a deep breath and read this next bit of advice/realization: it’s okay to forget. It happens. It’s not permanent. It’s temporary, and all you need to do is “find” what you love again. It will still be there, and it won’t hold it against you for leaving it; it will just hug you tightly and say “I missed you. Welcome home.”
See, Ira gets all mushy when he’s sick. That’s what happens, y’all. This is also what happens when I write a blog entry right after writing hour.
I’m listening right now to my Poppies 2016 playlist and it’s just killing it right now for me. I’ve found some great music all bunched together. It makes sense, though…the best times for music are, like, April through June and then late October through Christmas. I swear. It seems like it always takes the industry a few months to get going at the beginning of the year and then every takes a break in late summer through fall. I have no scientific evidence to back that up, but it FEELS true, and that’s the important thing.
This new keyboard on my iPad is definitely different, but I think I like using it. I’ve never been a very forceful typer, and these keys seem well-suited for that. I can see, though, how some people like more of a “feedback” when they type. But I think this will do me just fine.
I really hope I feel a bit better tomorrow. I know I sound all peppy right now coming off my “writing high,” but I felt like genuine shit all day. Fever for reals. Slept all day. Can’t breathe. I’m dying. Of the sickness. First REAL sickness of 2016. I couldn’t make it a whole goddamn year without shutting down. Disappointing, but what can you do? Get better, that’s what. Time for sleeps. Or at least some reading.
Artwork tonight is a comic panel from Jack Kirby. Loooooove love his colors. Posting it here cuz I know it’s all cut off as my featured image. SO good:
