Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Dance All Night

Although I told myself I wouldn't, I've worked myself in a writing-all-night, sleeping-all-day schedule again. I've been getting a lot of writing done, but it's been exhausting. Tonight I felt empty, just empty, as well as sleepy and tired. I opened up the computer and told myself I was just going to look at my latest chapter/story, but I ended up working on it all night. I'm glad I did, because I discovered something that took the story into a completely different--better--direction. This new discovery actually ended up being the pivotal thing, the whole meaning of the story, the missing part. This is a piece I've been wanting to write for so long. It feels good to finally have it drafted. I think it's very close to being finished. Good morning and good night!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some day I hope to be in your sleepy shoes. But will I have anything to say when I finally sit myself down? Teagrapple

Erin said...

Theresa, this is SO exciting! I can't wait to read this latest work! :-)

Judith HeartSong said...

oh, this is exciting! I haven't pulled an all-nighter in a long time.

You do wonderful things, and there is an award waiting for you at my place:)

judi

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