Sometimes you have these moments when you’re well in it. You’re carving your sentences into these perfect shapes, you hit a new word, and BAM, all is exposed. Your character is sitting across the table from you—she loves where you’re taking her. She even winks. You read over what you have so far and your heart goes pitter-patter, which is that hopefulness that’s so rare you forget you even have it, and you find yourself thinking: I like this. I actually LIKE this.

Some days revision is gold.

This is not a fast-food commercial. Today is just a happy day to be a writer and I don’t want to forget it. You know, in case I self-destruct again tomorrow.


4 responses to “Loving It”

  1. I love that feeling. And I love that your characters sit across the table from you. I’ll have to keep more of an eye out for mine…


  2. I am so glad you got this day, that you felt this feeling, did this work, etc. It really makes the icky days before it (and the ones sure to come) a lot more understandable, doesn’t it>


  3. I’m not much of a fiction writer, but you describe a rare moment in a writer’s life. When I write, the words seem to flow from a fountain of another realm. It’s not so much of this “wow, I really like what I’m doing,” but a “where did this stuff come from?” And I can’t say I like what I wrote until I look at it later.


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