It’s like I’m distanced from reality, not that I’m living in my book, but like I exist in an ether between its world and the one I live and breath in. It’s an odd sensation, and the closest description I can come up with is a dizzy, or disassociated feeling. ( Okay, you can call me a dizzy dame.)
I’ve been working hard on revisions to my WIP. My mantra is: “Each edit makes the story clearer.” I hang on to that, as I plow through words with my rudimentary skills, feeling like an artist creating a delicate necklace with a shovel. I passed the Black Moment and am heading downhill to the finish line.
I wonder if writing gets easier with practice, but I suspect not.
I know this is not an exciting post, but it does explain why I haven’t been bloggin lately. I’m too dizzy:)