I mean the title in a GOOD way. Really.
This morning was good.
I’ve just experienced a few days (ok, more than a few) where I’ve only managed to write a few hundred words (if any at all). They’re not bad words, they really look good on the page. I can’t complain about them. It’s just that I had to ask, plead, cajole them to the page. I had to pull them out, yank them from my brain. The part of me that writes had to transform into a chunky lumpy bouncer in an overstuffed tuxedo and get in there and manhandle those words out of me.
That’s never fun.
This morning the logjam cleared up. I typed up a nice 1000 word scene and kept going. I didn’t even have to think, my fingers just moved. When I dared stop, I took a few minutes to re-read it. I had time, those words came so fast! I liked what I read. The words even sounded good out loud.
It’s an amazing feeling. I can’t tell you how it feels to anyone else, but for me, it’s a rush of confidence, joy and relief in a big ball of crazy sunshine. It’s a really smooth scotch mixed with frenetic rock n’roll.
I wanted to write it down because I need to write today. I need to write my stories, or just a blog entry. Anything and everything. Most important however, I wanted to write it down and share it because it’s a feeling I want to hang onto and remember well because the memory will carry me through in a few days when the words stop flowing out and my muse has to turn into a night club bouncer again.