Longing to Write

I’m writing this from the kitchen table while I babysit
breakfast. As soon as the whole kitchen smells like sausage, I will put the
eggs in.

Something wonderful and a little surprising happened to me last week. I’m in this really weird in-between stage where “Sincerely, Jem” is almost out of my hands and to the editor but it isn’t published yet either. So it’s a Schrodinger book—both done and not done. XD

Anyway, I’ve had a novel plotted for two years now and in the last few months ideas for it have been “attacking” me. Post-it notes, a brown and bronze notebook, my entire brain… they’ve all been busily trying to get me to write it. Last week, my other job wasn’t lining up, giving me a lot of extra time, so I sat down to write.

I piled up my notebook, Post-it notes, and my Dana (an “ancient” distraction-free, digital writing tool) on my bed. Then I opened up my plot, brainstormed a little bit, and began writing, and writing, and writing. The words were coming so easily that I finished the day with a record count (for me anyway) and two chapters under my belt. You better believe I was more than ready to write the next day, especially since some of my favorite scenes were coming up!