Hello, my beautiful people! How are you all doing?
Have you ever had those moments when you feel so powerful, so overflowing with confidence, that you can’t help yourself and wan to get out of the house and scream for all the world to hear you?
Well, this is the feeling I’m experiencing right now —minus the screaming, which I convert into writing!
And I don’t want to sound as if I rediscovered the fire. However, it is always amazing to be reminded, once you progress further and further into the craft, of how beautifully complex writing can be —depending, naturally, on the topic and scope of your work.
I may have bitten more than what I could chew with my current work, which grew into an epic that juggles the personal struggles and conflicts of over 20 major characters in a scenario of increasingly apocalyptic events.
I’ve just finished another great session of writing (i.e.: a highly productive one) and I’m about to reward myself with lunch. This is the scheme I’ve been following, basically, for the past five years: wake up, concentrate, begin writing, hope for the best, finish writing and then one of two options:
1) “celebrate” a good writing session with a tasty meal or;
2) somberly eat my consolation lunch after a bad session before going to the bed so I can cry a little and reflect about what went wrong, how I can improve the text and what the best course of action is for the next pages.