Man it feels good to be back at the keyboard.
I spent the bulk of the day working on The Pack: Lie with the Dead and finished a few chapters. It’s the first really productive day I’ve had in a long time, and the first time I’ve felt like I’ve made any real progress in ages.
More importantly, I’ve felt good about the words I’m putting on the page. Last week I went back and looked at an earlier portion of the manuscript, and I have no idea what I was thinking at the time. If I didn’t find it compelling, I’m betting my editor wouldn’t have, either. I spent some time doing a little tweaking, then moved on to the new stuff.
Today’s work just feels right. I’m a lot more relaxed, a lot more absorbed in what’s going on the page. I haven’t had to think about work stresses in several days, and a weekend with family has helped me forget some of the other bullshit swirling around us.
I’m remembering why I love to write.
The real trick is going to be hanging on to this feeling when I return to the day job next week.
You’ll help me out, won’t you?