I’m wiiiiped. Not exactly what I love writing at 10:30 on a Sunday night, since I usually try to REcharge over the weekend. But, alas…here we are. And it’s great, actually. I got aaallllmost all my shit done today.
I just sent off 67 pages to my co-writer, all written this week from scratch. It’s probably the most productive week of my young writing career. And I am exhausted, but at the same time, you know what you guys? It wasn’t that big of a deal. I can do it again. I think. I mean, I’ll obviously keep an eye on burnout. But, for right now…I’m loving it. The story is fun, exciting…reviews continue to pour in for the first book. When this one drops, I think there’s going to be a fair amount of excitement…it’s exciting. And deeply satisfying. Writing like this is literally what I have dreamed of.
It is a lot of work. No doubt about that. And I will have to find ways this week to make sure I get some down time, but it’s working. I’m going to write this book pretty fucking fast. And I’m loving the process of it.
Fresh sheets on the bed tonight. Liz is out in the living room watching a murder documentary. Pups are falling asleep on the bed next to me. Life is good.
Night night.