Burst out
I have been spending a lot of time writing and editing le livre over the past four days. I took Thursday and Friday off from my real life job (we had a huge event Tuesday night that I had been working really hard on, so it was nice to be able to take those few days off for a break!) and spent a lot of both of those days intensely working on le livre. In the past four days, I’ve written about 8,000 words. Insanity, but I really love it. I can feel myself getting deeper into the story and the characters and why they do the things they do. It’s pretty awesome.
One thing I’ve noticed is that after I’ve been writing for several hours and I’ve finished for the day, I have an intense need to be really loud and crazy, generally annoying my spouse and scaring my cats. I think that this is because so much of writing is solitary, quiet, taking place within my own head, that I have to let the wilder, crazier part of me burst out afterwards to make sure that I actually do exist in this world, that I’m not simply the background narrator in my book, that I actually have a VOICE and I must USE IT very LOUDLY. I’m happy my spouse is patient enough to put up with this.
