This writing habit is working.
Already.
I’m looking forward to it. Jesus Mary and Joseph, I’m looking forward to it.
I can feel my brain rev up towards it. I was just about to write something about “it’s early, and still new, and blah blah negativity blah”…but fuck that. I’m not looking this one in the mouth. It is what it is, and right now, I’m really enjoying it.
I have new ideas. I just outlined a vivid scene that I want to write tomorrow. It feels real. It feels in character. I’m excited.
And nervous. Sure.
But, mostly…right now I feel tired–defenses down–and I feel inspired. I feel like I’m ready to sleep on the idea, and let it breathe and take its time, because I know I’m going to be back here tomorrow working on it some more.
I realized today, again, that I do want to be a full-time writer. I really do. I’d be happy doing it. I know that I haven’t been…but I know I can be. I love stories. I love writing them, and I love living in them. It’s a joyful place, and it will be a joyful existence. It is a joyful existence.
I don’t know yet how I’ll get back to the place of “full-time.” And that’s okay. Right now, I’m rebuilding, reinventing, and recouperating. Because I want to get it ‘right’ this time. I want to do it, and be happy doing it. Not struggling. Not stressed. Not wanting to avoid the writing like the plague. But, happy. Determined. Focused. In the groove. Floating…
I’m at my happiest writing, and I do my BEST writing when I’m floating in the stream. It’s a wonderful feeling.
I felt that tonight, even just outlining. It was wonderful.
Here’s to a great week!
(Also: got to see Matt today. It was so nice, bud. Recuperate and heal, my friend. We all have to do that sometimes, be it physical or mental…and emerge stronger on the other side!)