Aarrgh. Every once in awhile, someone will comment something to the effect that they can’t love writing like I do, or note the fact that I love writing. When I correct them and say I don’t love writing – not usually anyway – but need to write, they think I’m joking. But it’s true. I get irritable if I don’t write in awhile but the process can be difficult to say the least. James Joyce – bless him – says it perfectly here: Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives.
Yes, that. Exactly that. Well ok sometimes exactly that. Sometimes it really is an incredible experience. I feel like I’m on the cusp of that right now. I was able to get out of the scene that was boring me and into another although not too far: only wrote 98 words today. Now I just have to actually break through and given that it’s just around midnight, that won’t happen tonight.