Maybe because I released some serious stuff off my chest last night, I was able to sit down and work on the old WIP. For hours I wrote and edited. It was great. A firm believer of butt in chair, I had never abandoned my WIP in this last month of restlessness. But it was painful work and I'm very happy to see things going smooth again. The truth is, being a writer can be tough at times. It's not all just sitting in a chair thinking romantic thoughts. It's hard freaking work. But like anything else, when it's good, it's really really good and fun and romantic and exciting and, it's kind of like a drug, isn't it? I've never really had much patience for drugs, but writing, books, music . . . they all make me high. And so the crash is painful.
Listening to Keane again. Bedshaped. Love them.
Here's a sketch of RPatz for my Twilight friends. I really like him, you know. I like that he reads, and he seems very kind, shy, modest. And he's a musician too! After I saw Twilight last year, I was so enamored—like the rest of the world. Some of his facial expressions and speech remind me of John Lennon. Kind of a crazy picture I know; I was just doing a caricature, messy, not that great. But I think it captures his sort of long neck, poetic essence.
Have a beautiful day! Peace.
