Between all of that, my own sickness, my, uh, 30th birthday, the holidays and all the usual end-of-the-old-year-beginning-of-the-new-o
And after three weeks away from my latest book, I had no desire to go back. None. It just seemed like a whole lot of work.
(And writing, if you’ve missed any of my previous posts about it, really is just tons and tons of work. It is not sitting around eating bonbons and waiting to get inspired and then dashing off a few pages and heading to the spa)
Nothing was getting me inspired. Nothing could induce me to sit down and type. Not even a muffin.
Finally I gave myself a drop-dead date to begin again and opened the computer and stared at what I had previously written.
I remember it now.
As I read over what I had written it all came back. The world—every detail— seamlessly engulfed me. I slipped into the skin of the main character with no problem. The dialogue between her and one of the more comic characters made me smile.
As mentioned in a previous post (http://lizbraswell.livejournal.com/104
And this world I was rediscovering was a nice one. One very much like our own with a bit more action and supernatural happenings. And tentacles.
So I’m writing again, warp speed. Glad to be back.
I just needed to be reminded how much I enjoyed it.
“To begin... To begin... How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. Okay, so I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana-nut. That's a good muffin.”