9:20 a.m. - 2003-09-23
Bring on November
I submitted my story last night for the contest. I haven't entered a writing contest in I don't know how long - probably not since elementary school. I certainly wasn't expecting to enter any, especially not a science fiction contest.
And yet, here I am. And much to my surprise, I loved writing that story. I loved polishing it, perfecting it, changing a word here, a sentence there. I loved accidentally coming up with something that added another layer to the story. It consumed me, that story, took over my mind and my body all day. I'd be working on something and I'd think of something to change and I'd be instantly transported into the world of my story.
God, I loved it. All I want to do now is write. I haven't written fiction since last November, and I'd forgotten how the characters inhabit me, how they aren't just static creations in my story, but living, thinking elements in my head. I'm sitting here, with my favourite writing CD on, and I don't want to have to think about work. I want to be able to curl up in a corner with my laptop and write and write and write. I feel like I could write anything right now, that my brain shook off the dust and suddenly all of these ideas and thoughts and turns of phrase have been unearthed and are waiting for me to use them. I haven't felt this way in a long time.
I'm getting a new laptop soon, something that will make a huge difference in my ability to just sit and write. I'm waffling a bit at the moment about what kind of laptop I'm going to get, but regardless of what I end up with I can't wait for the freedom that will afford me. I can't wait to write my novel wherever the whim strikes me. To find the spot that simply screams imagination and creativity and sit myself down with nobody but my computer by my side.
There are so many other things going on right now that I can't seem to focus on. I'm infatuated with writing again, after a too long hiatus, and it's taking over my life in a way that fills me with joy. I don't want to wait for November to write. I'm going to have to find other things to write between now and the start of my novel in order to occupy myself, because I don't want to lose this feeling. It's all about momentum, and right now, I'm brimming with it.
Bring on the novel.
