On Writing

Writing:
Some days it’s like pulling teeth.
Others, it’s like flowing honey,
So sweet, I can’t type fast enough.

Finding the balance is difficult.
I believe in minimum word count
Even if I throw them all away
The very next day.

Fickle, fickle muse.

There are ways to feed it:
Coffee
Reading
Flash
Music

Laughter.
I know that it’s working
When I make myself laugh
Or fall in love.

That’s what I want,
To fall in love.
God – it’s been so long!
Especially with this WIP.

Scary thing:
I’m loving this rewrite.
Will anyone see the brilliance
That I think it is?

I used the word “brilliance”
Strike me now.
Self-inflated ego,
That’s me!

For now, at least.

I won’t tell MM he was right,
That it needed to be reworked.
It will be our little secret.
Don't tell!!!

On a plan with Casey.
I’m very excited about it.
8 to 10 pages a day.
To be done by the end of June.

I can do it.
The first version was written in 3 weeks.
Back when I didn’t overthink things.
Back when I was in it for laughter and love.

It’s not a race.
That’s not my point.
It’s about shutting off my overanalyzing.
That’s what gets me in trouble.