Hope is hearing the melody of the future. Faith is to dance to it. ~R. Alves

After three... four... five... (gulp) days of nonexistant word count, I am pleased to report that over the weekend I turned things around and am now right on track. *beams*  This may seem like a simple thing, but for a moment there I was about to give up (very hard to argue against those inner voices shouting "but it is RUBBISH and it has NO POINT!").  I am willing to sacrifice grammar if I am able to tell a good story.

 

However, after much procrastination, I finally sat down and pounded my way through nearly 9000 words.  What a great way to spend a Saturday evening.

 

No, really.  I mean it.

 

Because not only have I bumped my count up to where I had originally planned it should be, but I have also finished Part One (of Four... Five...), and have embarked on Part Two.  I hope I won't be jinxing it, or that I'm not simply delusional, but despite obvious irregularities and grammar, I think it's shaping up rather well. *does the happy dance*

 

In fact, once I actually made myself sit down and write, I was amazed at how much I enjoyed the process (even with frantic and fevered outbursts as I tried to pin down the proper word, decided I know very little about gardening, and the consideration of a trip to San Diego.  And Connecticut).  If I could train myself to be disciplined, I rather think I would enjoy this whole writing business.

 

Because, as corny as it sounds, when my fingers are flying off the keyboard in a desperate attempt to keep up with the images and story threads in my mind, I feel... energized.  Fulfilled.  Happy.  Challenged.  Excited. (And ultimately exhausted, but that's a different story).

 

In fact, the way I feel about writing is similar to the way Billy felt about dancing:

 

"Sorta feels good.  Sorta stiff and that, but once I get going... then I like, forget everything.  And... sorta disappear.  Sorta disappear.  Like I feel a change in my whole body.  And I've got this fire in my body.  I'm just there.  Flyin' like a bird.  Like electricity.  Yeah, like electricity." ~Billy Elliot  [a fun film and one of the ways I procrastinated this weekend]

 

I also celebrated a friend's birthday with a long dinner (the leftovers which fed me for the next two days); read two more books; watched three movies with a various assortment of companions; went to church; practiced for an evening gig; had an evening gig; attempted to do laundry; and bought the latest tobyMac cd (oh yeah).

 

It was a good weekend.