I started writing a new book on Sunday night, and have been exhausted ever since. I can honestly say that I have written more this week than I have in two or thee months. It's just writing itself. I find myself perched on my hard, poorly designed chair with pins and needles in all sorts of places, and not caring, just typing it out as it comes, then finally stopping to rub my eyes, and there's thousands of words raked up sine the last save, and I never even noticed the time go by.
It feels just so great to be being productive.
Of course M is ruining my buzz a bit, by asking me how it is going. I know that sounds innocent enough, but it always makes me feel like I'm failing if I haven't written an entire chapter since I saw her last.
But any way...
I'm so excited about the story, it's just fun. It's nice to have a simple story line (I should point out that this is the first kids book I have ever attempted), with no complex subplots and no difficult character development. The relationships are what they are, and there's no uncertainty in the charterers mind when it comes to those relationships. Her mum is her mum, and they love each other, the end. The story lies in her adventures and discoveries, not in her relationships.
And, even the baddy, isn't really that evil. But again, I've been writing a very dark and trying adult novel for over two years now, so maybe he just doesn't seem to evil to me by comparison to my other villain.
And the really fun part? People get it. I don't have to explain back story or anything like that. I say that one of the characters only has one eye, and it's like, "how cool", not "why?"
I'm so loving this. I just hope it keeps coming so I can finish and finally have an end product to show the people who remember the times when I was off sitting in some corner with with a pile of paper napkins in my lap, frantically scribbling things down while they were fresh in my mind.
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