It's all because I've been writing. And editing.
Friday night: We got the draft of Jan's book out to the proofreaders and fact-checker. We've been getting some responses from the proofreaders and from the publisher, all very positive.
Saturday night: I finished Chapter 8 of my novel and sent it to the Ink-Clad Diva (my draft-reader). Again, a very positive response, which I got this morning with all the other positive responses on Jan's book. What a wonderful way to start the week!
Sunday: I'd been needing to revamp my novel's outline for some time now, and I spent most of Sunday doing just that. I felt like a real writer, hidden away in my
Writing is getting harder as my story gets more complex. I know what's going to happen (sort of) and when (sort of) and why (sort of), but the more I write the more exacting I become, the more I expect of myself. Kind of like my inner critic/cheerleader is saying, at the end of each chapter and with the start of a new one, "Now, top THAT!"
I am so up to the challenge.
I love writing. I love it, I love it, I love it.