How cool is that? And how cool is it to actually get to do what you love every day?
I spent most of the day writing. Not researching. Or querying. Or writing character sketches. But actually writing.
First I finished an article for Hybrid Mom, editing and proofing as I ate my leftover burrito for lunch. Then I worked on my novel, adding to a scene that was fantastic, but a not entirely accurate time-wise.
At the risk of sounding conceited (which you know I am anything but), I just have to say this particular thing:
I love my novel!
The 50,163 words I typed during NaNoWriMo last November melted together to form a beautiful and thought-provoking story. Even as a first draft, which are notoriously bad, it's the kind of thing you want to wrap your arms around for comfort.
I sincerely hope all my writing friends out there feel the same about their work. And that all my non-writing friends have something to make them feel equally contented.
'Cause it's just the coolest feeling in the world.