No quote or lyrics for this entry. No waxing poetic about a certain topic, writing-related or otherwise. No long post at all, actually. Just an all-encompassing SQUEEEEEEEEE over the manuscript that I have just so completely fallen in love with writing. I know, I know, I’ve mentioned it so many times that everyone is probably beyond tired of it by now. But the chapter I wrote yesterday and today? The one the whole book has been leading to, the one I’ve been so excited to work on since the outlining and plotting stages? It singlehandedly took my passion for writing and upped it tenfold. Not going to lie, I shed a few tears throughout … so, so proud of my MC and the lessons she’s learned. I always adore when my characters have epiphanies, and this time, well, it was just something really special for me, too. I’ve never been so emotionally invested in any project I’ve worked on, but with this one, it’s beyond my control. It’s beyond words.
Other than love. Love, love, love. Inspired, inspired, inspired. That’s what I feel right now.
Four chapters left. I can’t imagine how I’m going to cry when this is over … but I think that’s a good thing. That connection, it’s what writing is all about. And this book? It’s truly shown me that I cannot comprehend doing anything else with my life.