Writing away

It’s funny how all feels right in the world when I can get a few hours of straight writing time. It’s like all else–the aches and pains, the frustrations, the everyday nuances like crappy traffic, the responsibilities–just melts away and instead I’m suspended in my world, with my characters. I imagine it’s like meditation.

I wrote a new scene today and revised two chapters, which I’ll be reading at my critique group tonight. The electricity of seeing this project take shape is amazing. It’s better than any jolt of caffeine could give me and better than any tipsiness alcohol can give. It’s pure and light and giddy. It’s what I hold onto on the moments of despair and self-doubt. It’s what sustains me.

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