I did some heavy writing today. When I say heavy, I mean HEAVY…as in 65 pages heavy. And here's the best part: I didn't delete it! I actually liked it!
Words cannot describe my excitement about what I did today. Honestly, for the first time since my breakup with my ex-girlfriend am I completely at a loss for literary words. I'm sitting here, typing this blog, and I can't even put to paper how good it made me feel to really bang out a major part of one of my novels.
Today reminded me of why I write. I once said that writing is like breathing; I literally couldn't survive without it. Now that I've written some major pages—and I don't mean just in numbers, but a HUGE part of the story was put together today—I can say that my breathing has gotten substantially less labored. Some of my closest friends see the stress that becoming a writer puts on me, they see when it drives me to drink, and they sometimes question why I do it.
Well, this is why I do it. Taking a blank page and turning it into my own creation gives me a gratifying feeling that can't be rivaled, and days like today make me feel as if I may just get to my goal.
On another note, I recently learned that an acquaintance of mine (since, as she recently pointed out to me, we're not friends), is also writing a novel, and I just want to go ahead and wish her the best of luck. Good luck, Irene!
Enjoy the Superbowl! Go Pack!!
-GS
1 comment:
This one sounds like a much better day! Congrats! I think it is much like this for many creative people -- most of what you produce falls so far short of what you wanted/envisioned that you just scrap it, and then you have a great day with your work and it is totally rejuvenating and makes you keep going. Those are the gems.
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