Inspiration...

[readingredhead]

I just re-learned that I'm a good writer, in the sort of way that I only get to re-learn once a year: I began to read through the November novel.

And guess what?  It's exceedingly less sucky than last year's!  I may be making actual, distinct progress!  Honestly, I've laughed at my own writing.  I've remembered the way I felt when I was writing it, and I've realized that all I wanted to get through in the writing actually got through.  I had to force myself to stop reading -- not something I usually have to do when I'm reading my own work, especially if it's not "clean" (edited).  And yet, 17 pages in, I don't want to stop.  This is an exceedingly good thing.

I think I might write this novel.  I think I might get this novel published.  (O my God, the p-word!  Egads!  Dios mio!)

Granted, it's got a long way to go.  And probably it gets worse after the first 17 pages, anyway.  But at the moment, in my mind, it is nothing other than good.

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[readingredhead.livejournal.com]

In retrospect, I was probably high on some substance naturally secreted by the human body when I wrote this. But it's a good feeling...

And I have read your writing. You are a good writer. And you want to write, which is half the battle.