I woke with the sun today. Not because of the glaring light pouring through my bedroom windows or the evil woodpecker who has taken up residence in the gutter on outside my room, but rather because my older children were remiss in taking the dog out last night. He was howling from his crate and oh so relieved to see me dragging my ass down the stairs.
It was quiet (still is . . . it's barely 5am). With a cup of coffee in hand, I opened up an old YA contemporary of mine. The first manuscripts I was proud to put my name to, it quickly reminded me why I write in the first place. I still love it, am still amazed I strung those sentence together and wove those thread. So thanks old friend for reminding me that there is more than one trick in this old, worn down bag of mine. I am going to make you as pretty as you make me feel and ship you off to Ginger. Hope she loves you just as much as me.
She will:) No doubt about it.
ReplyDeleteNice. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteDon't you love it when you go back to something you've written and it fills you with all those warm fuzzies, reminding you why you wrote it in the first place?
ReplyDeleteGlad you had this moment, and I second Lindsay- I'm sure Ginger will love it!
Hope she does as well. You are very talented.
ReplyDelete5 am............ugh!!! Way too early. hehe.
ReplyDeleteThat's so awesome that you still love that old story!
I LOVE this post. I'm printing it out so I will have the courage to keep putting pen to paper (I'm in the middle of a one on one writing course and I love it, but it's making me second guess every thing I write. This post was really inspiring for me!)
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