It ’s starting to happen. My manic is wearing off. I was writing in bed last night, completely in the dark, and I fell asleep right in the middle of a sentence.
It was only for a few minutes, but there you have the result. 20 pages of k’s and ///’s.
I’m beginning to think it’s some of my best work, those last 20 pages. Oh well, I will sit down again to write later today and I will see what comes out.
Wish me luck that the muse has not left me.
Uh-oh! Do I need to pack you up in the car again?
Truthfully, I think this is the hardest part of writing: forcing yourself to sit down and do it when you are no longer excited and things aren’t flowing as easily. But you can’t wait on the muse, because she may not come back for a while. And if you don’t keep working, then things languish. Like my sad little novel that hasn’t been touched in, um, five years.
I’m so ashamed.