Okay, so I read this post about starting new novels and I’m kind of shocked.  I am weirder than I realized, I guess.  This guy, an agent/writer, dreads starting a new novel.  Or if it’s not quite dread, it’s certainly daunting trepidation.

So NOT how I feel about starting a new book.  Maybe it’s because I have the luxury of writing being a total comfort and adventure rather than a job or a chore, but starting a new novel is the height of excitement for me.  I have a sense of trepidation when the writing ends and I know the editing has to begin, but even that isn’t that scary.  I suppose once everything is really on the line and I’m being judged by readers, editors, and people giving me money, that might change, but I sure as hell hope it doesn’t.

I’ll be honest, the most exciting thing in my life is that feeling of starting a new story and being intoxicated by it, following the thread where it leads and feeling it beneath my hands–because they feel different.  Robin Hood is sliding through my fingers like silk or water, Tarian ran like a lump of clay on a spinning wheel, and Gabryela kind of felt like building the disney castle out of legos.  Each novel teaches me more about writing, about myself, about life and I’m obsessed.  It’s the best feeling in the whole world, and I love it.

So after a long, rough day, I’m going to do exactly that–write til I pass out.

If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!