why would you do this?

Day two brings love.

It doesn't feel like day two. It feels like it's hard to breathe, or like book one is the equivalent of pulling teeth where its whimsical cousin book two is like trying to hold back a dam that's about to burst forth.

I have two hours until I have another writing time set aside with a friend, and I don't feel any more confident than I have since this whole thing started. I do, however, believe that I love my second novel, and love doesn't even seem like too strong of a word. It seems like just the right word, and it's one of those words that I hardly ever use because it never seems right. But it does now. I'm slipping further and further into this novel in my head, and in truth, I'm okay with that, though it makes writing the other even more of a chore. Maybe I'll run to the library early and try to knock out the obnoxious bits before revelling in the good book.

Yesterday, I bought new pants because it didn't seem that I could write well without comfortable pants. I should probably take this time to get something to eat, but I'd much rather just drink tea and ho and hum about the state of the universe and put words onto paper.

posted by overeducated, underpaid @ 2:36 PM