Living the dream

The sun is shining. I have coffee and I'm off work today. The cat is chilled out. My writing space is cozy and warm. This is my heaven.

Funny how that works

So I've been busy with Nanowrimo lately and suddenly my mind is flooded with more stories than I can humanly write. There are so many hot characters in my head and they all want their stories told. What's a girl to do?

I'm trying to keep up by taking breaks from the novel to jot down snippets of new stories that I promise myself I'll write after the month is over. Right now I'm almost at the mid-point of the novel and that's exciting, like reaching the summit of a mountain. The downhill slope will feel easier. At least that's what I think from my perspective right now. Who knows? Writing has a funny way of surprising the writer. It's entirely non-linear, non-neat, non-categorizable. That's what makes the process so fun. You just never know what's coming next.

Personally, I find Nanowrimo to be a fun way to write because the momentum is great. Bad for my poor wrists, but great for the story. Happy Nanoing to all the Wrimos out there.

Irony

So I'm taking part in the famously crazy and awesome Nanowrimo this month, working on a sister story to the one that....drum roll, please....my editor at Totally Bound wants to publish! Yay! It's called All I Ever Wanted and I'll write about it later, when I know more about the release day. I'm in a busy time now with edits coming up. And now this new story, which my editor actually suggested as a spin-off from All I Ever Wanted. It is so fun and delightful. I'm over the moon.

The irony, of course, is that while I'm obsessing over these hot and heavy stories, I am also missing my lover terribly. It's torture. Delicious torture, I'll admit, but torture just the same. There's really nothing like a month of letting the leg hair grow, sweeping house work and all other responsibilities under the rug to follow the steamy story of my latest heroine.

I'm patient and so is my lover and we're both excited about this. There is really nothing that rivals the feeling of living the dream life. It's all good.