Remembering to write for joy.

Here’s the thing: I’m alone. The hubby is gone on a business trip, and while that means I’ve been doing a lot more Netflix marathons than is probably healthy, it also means I’ve been doing a lot of writing. And I’m remembering what it is like to write for the fun of it.

I mentioned right after I got done with my MFA I felt burnt out on writing. Any time I sat down to try and write I was just stressed because I’d become so used to writing on a crazy deadline.

I don’t know what has changed with my mood, my brain, or whatever, but I’ve been averaging about 2,500 words a day. The story has just taken on a life of its own, and I’m just there writing it all down. I feel like the secretary taking notes in an important business meeting. It’s a wonderful feeling. I’m not stressed when I sit down to write. Even managing the 2,500 words a day, when I get finished with that goal I know I could keep writing more. I’m not exhausted by the end, and it isn’t taking me an insane amount of time to get to that word count. It seems like it happens within three hours. All. New. Content.

I don’t think I’ve reached this level of writing frenzy in a while. In fact, I know I haven’t. For so long it’s felt like a struggle, and I kept doing it because I knew I loved it, but now it feels joyous to be writing again. I just hope I can keep it going.

My goal is to double my word count for my novel within a month, and I really think I can do it. I also think I can write more than the 2,500 words I have been managing each day. I want to try for 3,000 in the next several days and see what that feels like.

Has anyone else hit this point where the story just seems to be writing itself? It’s exhilarating and intoxicating.

I think my writing is being fed by the amount of reading I’ve been doing. I’ve found that if I read in the morning, write in the afternoon, and then read more at night I just have no issue when I sit down to the computer.

Side note: the current book I’m reading is The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. It is nothing like what I’m writing, but the language is wonderful and I will be reading more from him in the future.

The only way I know how to describe this feeling is how I used to feel when I wrote when I was in middle school. I wrote because the story that I wanted to read hadn’t been written yet. I wrote because I just loved the feeling of seeing something come to life in front of me. And that it was something I had helped create.

I know I posted an update about Neon Girlfriend in ages, but that break has truly done me wonders. Maybe I’m riding a bit of a writer’s high, but I’m loving it. I love knowing that when I sit down to work it won’t be like pulling teeth. At this pace, I’m sure I’ll have an update for you in two weeks, and I might even release an excerpt!

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