I thought I’d get an update in here before I slide back into Devan’s world and lose track of the rest of the night. Yeah, that means it’s going well. Very well.
The good news is that, well, I’m all caught up. You read that right. I started writing on Day 5 and caught up on Day 6. I’m actually ahead, or I was before you add today’s word count, but that will be a breeze to knock out. Heck, their pace number’s a few hundred shy of my personal pace, and even that shouldn’t be a problem.
Have I mentioned that I love starting a new book? Because I do. I really do. All Stitched Up is flowing very very well so far, 3 chapters and 10,344 words into it. I actually ended up writing 4,200 words exactly on Sunday, then 6,144 yesterday. I didn’t even feel drained after that. I only stopped because, well, I had to go to the day-job today. I really need to be simply a full-time writer. Except that I already write what some might name too much, and I think full-time writing might lead to, well, more writing. Yes, I know for a fact that it’s possible, as strange as the idea might seem to some.
Tonight’s looking good too. Hell, the whole book is starting to gel in my head something fierce and it’s wonderful. I don’t want to come up for air or stop or slow down or anything. I just love this feeling, this electric energy that comes from the words running so sweetly.
Between that and the new 10 Years album that came out today (I got to dl it from iTunes last night), life feels well beyond awesome right now. Even the not so great points just don’t matter that much, not next to this.
This is what I was born to do. I don’t care if I never succeed. This is what I was made for. It’s now that I feel most alive.