Ah, the sweet sound of the water trickles down into my stressed, my overheated, my delightfully full mind.
Yes, it’s raining here in Vancouver. It’s supposed to do so tomorrow too. That makes me so happy. The last few days have continued to be unpleasant in the afternoons, so this break, this wonderful coolness in the air is intoxicating. It’s giving me urges. No, not those ones. The one to write, to wrap myself in my characters and my world, to fall through and play in the stories on the other side.
I swear, no drugs or alcohol are being used in the writing of this post. I think part of it is that I’m deliriously happy that this week is over. I tweeted something earlier this week with the hashtag #weekfromhell. Little did I know that the day job and temperatures would take that as a challenge. Ah well, I survived and it’s all behind me for the moment.
I’m glad to say that I finished another chapter of Where The Ether Flows last night, one that required careful finessing and some reworking too. I think it’s turned out well though. This next one will be interesting, but I don’t think it’ll fight me too much. Of course, now that I’ve said that, I’m worried that it’s going to backfire. Hmm, can one use reverse-psychology on a manuscript?
I still have two more chapters already marked up and ready to be edited and that should keep me busy for at least tonight and tomorrow. We’ll see. I’ll still take it at whatever pace I need to in order to get this done right. Of course, the outline for All Stitched Up is begging for some attention, but it’ll have to wait. Part of being over-inspired but still productive is maintaining your self-control. Otherwise you chase the shiny new ideas and fragmented thoughts like butterflies in the sun and you don’t get anything finished, let alone published.
And now to enjoy the next two days of living the dream. It’s the weekend, when I get to pretend for a little while that I’m a full-time writer. Such joy, only it makes Mondays so bitter. Oh well, one day I’ll get all the way there.