Surprises

I love it when the Muse spills over.

I've written quite a bit lately. I sat down tonight to transcribe the scribbles to my word document. The muse had other ideas. I found myself writing about something totally different than what I'd put down on my yellow pad.

Now, five hundred plus words later, I sit back and rejoice. It's a great piece to the story. A character whom I thought had stepped away forced himself back, in an entirely different guiise. Only the Muse could have pulled this off. The character is a favorite of many of my critiquers. They'll be delighted to see him again.

Ah - life can be exhilarating.

As for what I'd written before, it will flow from what the Muse did. So, this means another chapter has been finished. This is Chapter Sixteen. Over twenty thousand words so far.

Life is good. Very good.

Downtime

I've hated not being able to write on here. Very glad the site is back up and running!

My friends returned and we spent the entire evening talking about writing. It's an incredible feeling - having someone to share hopes and dreams, failures and faults with. We shared about favorite stories and characters and such. A whole long evening just smothering each other with joy. 

This capped off a great day. It was volunteer day at the local art gallery. I got a truckload of writing done. The best part was - I was at a horrible impasse in the story, with no inkling as to how to 'carry on,' when the writing just flowed.

A friend told me she had read that if you write in a setting with 'creative vibes' - such as an art gallery or a library - the 'karma' of the artists around you will flow into your work. I think it might be true. I can always count on a prolific and profitable writing time whilst sitting at the welcome desk.

Life is good!

Sneaking

Had visitors staying with me the past few days. They hogged the computer. *g*

Naw - they didn't but we spent a lot of time chatting and such. The couple are friends from way back. He's a minister and she does ministerial work. They 'use' my house as the halfway point for their yearly conference.

She's a writer and we vow that we'll write when we get together. But it doesn't happen. This year, she did spend time writing down some thoughts she had whilst lying in bed.

I spent time reading the first few chapters of 'Blue' again! Honestly, I never ever can read my own stuff without finding something, even after the 50th perusal, that needs deleting, adding, whatever. I swore I wouldn't change a thing - but I'm going to. *g*

They're off now and will come back on Friday night. So that gives me three nights when I can concentrate on 'Blue' - make the changes I want - and then get back to writing on Saturday after they've left.

In the meantime, i discovered I've been walking around, painfully, on a sprained ankle. Got a really nice cast for it this afternoon!

Life is fully interesting.

Excited

I'm sorry for the double post today. Perhaps it's only fitting - being as it's Mother's Day and I am Mother to Blue. *g*

I knew I'd been writing quite a lot. I even posted that I was concerned with what I was writing and had decided to 'step back' in order to gauge it's worth.

Well, today I made myself sit down and put the paper scribbles into the computer. I found I've written a whole chapter!

The best part? It's not drivel. It pushes the story forward. It's not wordy.

I could whoop with joy. In fact, I will. Whoop! Whoop!

Life is good!