Unfortunately, I've done very little writing this week. But, strangely, I feel like I've accomplished a lot in terms of planning out the second act of my upcoming novel. My subconscious has been busy this week even when my conscious mind has been otherwise engaged.
It's kind of like a creative bowstring being drawn to a quivering apex of potential force. I'm ready to write like a fiend. Hopefully it will be like that weekend I had a few weeks ago where I just sat down and started typing as fast as I could. That was a great feeling.
I'm cautiously optimistic that this second book will be better than the first. But it's still early on in the process, and the buzz of conception and creation is still fresh in my mind. I'm very anxious and excited to share the new story with readers. I want to talk about it and to hear people's reactions to it. Maybe it will end up being just another story, but the potential for greatness is always there. That's why we get up in the morning, right? The zest of life is the raw potential that it embodies. Anything can happen on any given day. Any novel could be a breakout. That potential is reason enough to keep going. No matter what.
Wow. This post seems to have ventured into Tony Robbins territory. I certainly didn't intend that. I suppose this is one of those "off" posts--because I didn't come in with much of a plan. Pure stream of consciousness. Or unconsciousness...
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