I had this dream once, that I woke up and started writing, and everything just flowed perfectly. It sucks that this is most often a dream and not a reality, but in some ways it does have to feel like work. It doesn't need to feel like exerting a lot of effort, but if my emotions aren't involved, the characters are flat and that is fatal to a novel.
30 days of the year my only real focus is writing. It is the centre of my universe, but that doesn't mean that the rest of the world stops spinning. In fact, as I have already admitted, this year is going to be busier than most.
Tomorrow night will be the night to start it all and it will be like parachuting into the middle of the madness. And I just can't wait.
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