Well…we’re about to interrupt it, anyway. Mom and Stepdad are coming down for an overnight, on their way to the airport and Points Texan, so there will be no time to write tomorrow. I’m okay with this, I’ve dealt with the emotional pain, the incredible angst and self-sacrifice involved, the intense, world-searing disappointment, the…
Yeah. Okay. I’ve already written more words this month than I did all of last month, so I guess I can give myself a day off. But you can be sure I will get back to it on Wednesday! I have come to the place in this novel where the story is working in my head even when I’m not writing, when the characters have become real, when it’s got a life of its own. Which has happened kind of late for this one, probably because it is a shared story.
Anyway, it’s so cool, when it does; and it undoubtedly explains Friday’s flurry of magic-prose. Well, that and my insane work schedule, where I only *had* a few minutes to write. Hey, whatever works.
I am very stoked to see you flowing so well. Have fun with Mom and Stepdad!