There comes a point in writing a novel that you get hooked on it, fall in love with writing it. You have to. You need to. With all the countless hours that you put into it with all the times you go over it down to the finest detail drawing it out filling a cork-board with post-it notes on what to change next run through sketching out each character down to their flaws -without that compulsion that love that obsession it’s just not going to be the same and you know it -without that you should just put it down put it away and go do something else because you know it’s just words then -it’s just words without spark or feeling and you’ll suffer through it you’ll suffer until it comes to you -you’ll pound it all out again and again until it arrives because once it does this thing that you’re working on? It comes alive and it becomes important to you it becomes vital to you it in fact
I cannot wait to read this thing that has you so swept up and in love. I am taking your other book with me on vacation…hoping to finally sit down and pore over it. 🙂
I cannot wait to hear what you think of it. Hopefully it will make you laugh. This book now, it’s dark but yes I am in love with writing it. I have to be.
You, in love, is exactly how I love picturing my dear friend. ((Well, and with Hello Kitty sunglasses on, too–but that is besides the point)) 😀
Hahaha! Thank you!