Yesterday was another fantastic writing day. I don't mean to brag, I'm just really incredibly thrilled with how this is all going.
I wrote a little longer than my usual two hours. Not by much. Just by half an hour. But I really needed to finish the scene before I headed off to go teach my martial arts class. And I did. And I have the next scene ready to go for today. I don't know why it's going so well, or how I've manage it.
It reminds me a little of writing Skylark. That was one of the easiest writes I've ever had. I was so into that book, that I would skip training and stay up late writing. That book poured out of me like flood waters over a dam. It was written in, if I recall rightly, just over a month. I doubt that I'll be able to replicate that quite exactly, but I also the words don't seem to be coming out at a trickle from an overworked pump.
Anyway, I'm still thrilled. Hopefully I can carry this momentum into next week.
Watch, my first blog post next week will be all about how the magic's gone and everything is hard and horrible again. Writing is such a roller-coaster... for writers. I imagine this talk bores the hell out of you lot who aren't writers. Sorry. I'll stop now.
... And go write.
On that note, I'm off.