When I stopped writing last night I left my main characters in the shower together. Now I can’t stop thinking about them. I realize I shouldn’t have left them in such an interesting predicament but I need to protect my hands from further injury. I have to pace my writing or I’ll never make through the month.
I’m reminded of those times when I’ve found a really great book. You know–those stories that consume your thoughts until you read the last page and then you continue to dwell on it for several more days. You put the book down at night to go to bed but can’t stop thinking about where you left your new friends. You have trouble sleeping and working, you just want to know what happens next. I feel that way now about my story. Writing is just as much of an adventure as reading, and honestly I feel this is truer when you haven’t really planned the story out before you start.
I hope my writing buddies are enjoying their new stories as much as I am enjoying mine.