Today I write.
I love it and hate it.
Right now I hate it.
It’s in a glorious and horrible struggle, battling the writing gods.
It’s hand-to-hand combat with adjectives.
I’m right smack in the maddening stage that every creative soul knows all too well… the critical tipping point in which ideas must become the reality of paragraphs and pages.
This will be my first book after FASCINATE.
It’s my baby.
But right now, birthing 70,000 words feels about as hard as birthing a 7-lb human.
(At least the view outside of my laptop is easy to enjoy.)