For years, every step of the writing process has brought me joy and pain.
Joy: Hearing characters’ voices for first time. There’s nothing better than hearing voices in my head. 😉
Joy: Unrestricted creativity. I have the freedom to think and write what I want.
Pain: Anxiousness. Muse’s angst during this phase is out of this world. He just wants to start writing. Now. Now. NOW!
Joy: The story begins to unfold. Muse is finally sprung free. Yeah!
Joy: Hidden plot twists. I love it when characters put themselves in situations we had not discussed in the pre-writing stage. To me, at this point, I’m a writer with a capital W. My magic has finally appeared. Writing is no longer something that I do. It’s what I am.
Pain: Hidden plot twists. I am now Muse’s bitch. (See post here.)
Joy: Sense of accomplishment. Stepping back to gaze at the final piece. . . there’s nothing like it.
Pain: Having to go back and edit out the hero’s ass tattoo. (That was a cute tattoo, dammit!)
Pain: The arduous, tedious, and oh-my-God-will-this-never-END edits.
Until recently, all parts of writing had its ups and downs.
Then I read a really great, can-I-give-it-more-than-five-stars novel and was super charged. Muse was a’stirring. He wanted me to stop what I was doing, open up my Mac, and start writing. Right. Then.
I freakin’ wanting to, too.
Joy: Thrill of new ideas.
Joy: The top-of-a-roller-coaster, heart pounding feeling that says there is only one way this will stop…fingers on the keyboard.
Joy: Adrenaline rushing through the body. It calls, BEGS, me to bring to life the words and emotions flying around in my head.
Joy: The undenying reality that this fever, which may be forgotten during some stages, will never, ever, completely die.