After pumping out the ideas and words for the most recent ebooks that are finished, I started feeling drained this week. Not that there was a lack of words to write down or material to work on, but I didn’t have the motivation to write or edit a few times. I realized today that I was feeling run down because I had given so much from my mind, and it needs to rest.
I’ve been persistent this week and wrote 1,ooo words per day on average. That’s a good thing, because with that much getting onto the screen every day, then there’s potential for them to turn into finished books soon.
Whenever I’m not writing I feel like I should be. At times, I feel like a fevered Beethoven of words or van Gogh with a typewriter. The words pour on like sweat beads falling from the brow, filling up a wetted page. Perhaps one day the words won’t come, but I doubt it. They’ve been there since Day One, and I imagine they’ll continue to be a part of my life until Day Opposite One.
Tonight I write freely and openly. Tomorrow I’ll return to structure needed to complete a bound unit of pages known as “a book”.