Some days, writing is like Christmas morning: I can’t wait to get up and unwrap all the gifts my brain left me during the night.
Of course, the way my brain seems to encode life and decipher events, I don’t always know if what I unwrap is going to be a lovely, knit cardigan or a roll of plastic sheeting and kill kit. This is probably why I’m often torn between how much I love writing non-fiction and how much I love writing (disturbingly morbid) fiction.
Fortunately for Manuscript Monday, my brain was uncharacteristically “normal” and I was up at 4am with fresh material for the last section of this book. I can’t wait to get this done and out the door so I can start asking my brain for (dead) puppies again. }:-\
Here’s to a productive week for all of us!