So, the best thing about being an author? Easy. When you’re finished, there are people and places and conversations, loves and hurts and all the rest that didn’t exist until you made them exist.
The worst? For me, it’s the nagging feeling that I only get a certain amount of words a day. I can pour out the word count for a day, two days, three days, four – but the inevitable lull, that fallow, restful period that feels like such a needful thing comes calling eventually and demands its place as well. Which is fine. I get good ideas when I’m not writing, and life’s still pretty good.
It does mean that blog posts feel like they burn some of the words available to me, which is why when I’m involved in something this poor old blog gets ignored. Alas.
Also, Chapter 10 is up at Arizona Afterwards and that’s much more interesting than this. Hopefully…