You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury
Last night, I wrote until the words blurred and my fingers starting tripping over themselves. This morning, when my husband got up at five, I shocked him by not griping and going immediately back to sleep. I got up. Granted, I haven’t started writing yet since I watched my DVR copy of Castle and got the kids ready for school. But I’m about to dive in.
There is NOTHING like the feeling of a good story capturing you in its grip. NOTHING.
And at least I’m not thinking about the book out on submission so much. SO MUCH. <g>