It’s true what they say. It ain’t about the inspiration, it’s about the perspiration. I think I’ve written about 25,000 words in the last three weeks, and we’re nearing the home stretch on LAST CHANCE LLAMA RANCH. Woo hoo!
After a year full of hell and high water, I wasn’t working very hard for a while there, except on keeping my head above those waters. Now… I’m finally writing like I’m meant to, in the thick of it, the meat and the bones, and quite frankly, the gristle.
Writing is HARD!
Writing is FUN!
Writing is an insane occupation I have no idea how anybody ever came up with. Who the hell sits around parsing words and dithering over it should be “dilly” or “dally” all day? Yet even when I was a little kid on the playground, I’d always be coming up with scenarios for my friends and I to act out at recess, so I suspect fiction has been in my blood a long, long time.
Today, I’m just glad it’s in my fingertips too, and that those fingertips keep tapping the keyboard.
Glad to see you find time to write. I miss you from our Cody hike. I hope we meet up again some day. I plan to start writing soon but right now I have a full time job that I have to take care of.