This morning, when I was thinking about the day, I realized that I was going to get to write tonight. I thought about it off and on all day. It’s so nice to have that fire back.
Wrote another 1800 or so words tonight. Still not finished with chapter ten. But I still love where this is going, how it’s expanding. I knew this one thing was important. I’d thought I was going to expose it one way. However, it showed up in a completely different, considerably more interesting way. And it all makes me happy.
I should finish the chapter tomorrow. Then start the next one. I already have lots of thoughts about it, as well as future chapters.
Part of this, I realize, is that I’m finally through the dreaded middle of the novel. I can see the finish, smell it, and I anticipate writing every chance I get from now to the end. I doubt I can finish by the end of the year, but maybe by the end of January. . .
I hope that ya’ll find a similar fire of your very own.