My story sense is coming back.
Goddammit…what a relief. I can feel it. The sense of when something is fun, exciting. The sense that’s unclouded by the critical voice, the editorial voice. The part of me that just loves stories and loves living inside them. It’s such a fucking relief.
If all goes well, and by that I mean that life cooperates and external forces over which I have no control are easy on me…I will finish a novel this year. I want to finish a novel this year. And I can. It’s very, very, very doable.
The adventure I’m writing is fun. It’s there for the taking. Gonna take it.
More work on the project today. Steps forward. We’re making progress! Wish us luck 🙂
Pups are good. Coco is on her new regimen of “meatorade” each day where we mix a little of her food with water to make sure she’s getting enough water each day. It’s working like a charm. She looooves it, too. She knows already that she gets it after a walk, and she’s there waiting for it each time. Love her. Little snuggle bug really wanted to cuddle tonight on my chest. She nuzzles into me so sweet. Love her. And Coops has been super sweet lately, too. Just our little shadow, always wanting us to be together.
Love my fam.
Had a great talk with my mom and dad, too. They’re up in Modoc county for my dad’s work. Mom took the picture I’m using tonight for my blog entry. Beautiful.
Night.