And still writing.
It snowed last night – a lot!
And the snow blower is in for repairs.
Two good things about that: the guy doing the repairs gave us priority and Simon is off right now picking it up. Whew! Also, the temperatures have gone above freezing and it’s melting. No more icicles hanging from the eaves.
I did laundry and cleaned and wrote another story.
The writing. I worry sometimes that I’m going to run out of ideas. So far so good. Today’s story made me sad. Reading it back, I almost cried. I think this is a good thing. If I can affect myself emotionally, then I’m writing from the place where I need to be – my heart.
Here’s what I notice that is so different in these stories – something that has rarely happened in my writing: I am so involved – so completely inside the story that I don’t notice what time it is. I am living and breathing it. I am my characters – several characters at once in most cases. I feel their feelings and think their thoughts. Even when I know where a story is going – I am guided by their thoughts and feelings. I allow them to express themselves. It feels utterly real.
And when I’m done, I feel like I am emerging from a different world.
I’m not even sure I like this feeling – but I know this is where I have to go.
My primary job: write the story.
My new secondary job: send them off to an agent – perhaps two or three or even only one each week. But I believe in what I am doing more than anything I have ever done. I fully trust that someone else is going to believe in these stories too.
And I’m going to find that someone.