“It’s hard to write this without killing someone or blowing something up.” Me while working on my current work in progress during my writers group tonight.
The group just left and I spent a few minutes “woe is me-ing” because I hated my words and loved theirs.
And then I sat in my chair and focused on breathing and reclaiming my comfort in my process. Okay, that’s a lie. I haven’t reclaimed the comfort. That’s why I’m here on the blog talking to myself. 😊
Simple truth: writing is messy. And sometimes I get lucky and I’m blessed by the writing gods and a scene just falls out of me fully developed with snappy dialogue and conflict and character development.
But MOST of the time the first words are flat placeholders for what will come next in revisions.
But they’re there on the page. Words. Words that weren’t there before. Words that give life to the story I will eventually tell.
I’m working on this. On embracing me. On being okay with who I am, in how I am, in why I am. No, not in being okay with it. I’m learning to love me.
It doesn’t matter if I’m talking about the words I write or the food I eat or the words I say or the clothes I wear or the weight I lose or, well, anything.
I’m me. And I’m doing just fine. ❤️
What I’m loving: one of the new characters who popped up in my story completely unexpected but perfect for it right now, DoTERRA On Guard mouthwash, HGTV, my writing group, Within Temptation’s new album
What I’m writing: So Much For Happily Ever After