Apparently, my brain needed a vacation. I wrote three chapters, straight, and then couldn’t write a word for a week. I’m not sure whether to trust myself, still, even at this point. That makes the whole experience scary as well as exhilarating.
Still, I am filled with words at the moment, words and oranges, and I must spew them out (the words, not the oranges), as fast as I humanly possibly can, before inspiration takes a hike again.
I wonder if it will always be like this for me.
Whether it will or not, I’m riding the wave, folks. Riding the wave.
Holy crap! What chapter are you on?!
I’m on Chapter 10 now. I’ve finished part one.
Hot Damn!
Cowabunga! . .. the brain’s an engine, a marvelous engine. Every now and then you’ve gotta refuel. A lube job from time to time also doesn’t hurt.