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November 18, 2012 by musehick

So, I kind of disappeared for a second there into Nanowrimo land, and I have been writing up a storm. I started out strong and was way ahead of the curve – then I fell behind and had to catch up, which I did, and now I have fallen back again. It is interesting that the compressed work schedule on this novel has called for occasional withdrawals from the whole thing so I can gather some kind of perspective and then dive back in with a new sense of energy and a better idea of what the fuck I am writing about. Sometimes writing this novel I have felt like it is the perfect fit for where my head is at and it has flowed easily, and at other points I have felt like I am stretching a garment out of shape. But in no way is not already a victory with what I have done. I really want to meet that deadline and that target of 50,000 words and I am confident that I can do it.

I have poems burning in me now – my heart feels packed to bursting with them; fiery emotions and love for others locked in tight and pushing at the walls (I am going to assume you know what that feels like). It feels like exciting times – the ease with which I write feels like it is increasing (if you can believe that). I can’t imagine a time when I won’t have something to say, and when I won’t derive joy from being able to communicate an idea I have.


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