Lots of writing this past week. I am so happy to have found that place again – the place inside me that shouts, “Yes!” every time I sit down to write. It’s a joyful feeling, and the dark cloud of dread has gone.
Am I tired, after all the words and revisions and rewriting I’ve done?
But am I happy to be creating and producing and not fighting myself?
Oh, hell yeah! 🙂
I promised a few people on Twitter that I’d write a blog post about my recent realisations on writer’s block, fear and resistance – as they apply to me – in the hopes that it might help others. And also so that I can finish figuring that stuff out because I do my best thinking on the page. But I don’t have time for that post right now. I am too busy writing, and it’s wonderful.
I am terribly behind on email and other important things. I have a book coming out next month. My taxes are due at the end of this month (*groan*), but it will all have to wait for just a little longer. My job, when it comes down to it, is to write books.
Which is what I’m doing now, and I have a good feeling that 2012 is going to be my most productive year yet. (Though I hope I didn’t just jinx it!)