I really love writing.
Granted, it’s going well right now. The writing is clear and good. It’s easy to love when you’re in that zone and easier to hate when you’re not…but I love it so very much more than I hate it.
It’s like a puzzle. I get to piece it together, oftentimes searching for the right pieces, discarding those that don’t quite fit, working diligently, waiting patiently until it comes together and it looks right and feels right. I love that process. Another metaphor (for which I can’t take credit – I believe it’s Stephen King’s) is that writing is like excavating a fossil, brushing ever so carefully, sometimes in big chunks, sometimes with precision care until the whole form is finally revealed. It feels like that, too.
I love it all.
Long day today, actually, even though I didn’t do much. I needed to recharge. Mission accomplished.
Now…
Sleep.