There is something truly freeing and gratifying about just writing for the sake of getting words on the page. Yes, realistically I know these are not the best words I've ever written. Yes, I can already imagine the great chunks that will eventually disappear beneath the wrath of my red pen. Yes, I am catching myself repeating words or phrases in the sheer rush of adrenaline necessary to get words out. It's a little sloppy, frankly. And I don't care.
I am writing. I am two and a half days, and nearly seven thousand words, into National Novel Writing Month which, for those playing the 1667 words-a-day home game, means I am more than a day ahead of schedule! The story is coming along steadily, the characters are starting to speak and unexpected things are starting to take shape.
Ahh, you beautiful, terrific rush of creativity. I missed you. Please don't go away on such a long vacation again.
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