First, thank you for all the wonderful comments and observations on my previous post. I’m really happy to know that 1. I made at least a little sense, and that 2. Several of you related to or appreciated it.
Now, Confession Time. Some days you just want to get stuff off your chest. I can’t get the *exact* thing I would like to off my chest, so I thought getting a few more random things off my chest might make me feel better.
1. I’m sad, in a strange way. I miss NW. Don’t get me wrong, I REALLY enjoy my new baby, ATB, but I miss Lexi, my main character. I miss writing her voice, I miss her tension and her romance with Cole, I miss everything about her world. And I don’t know what to do. NW was very much a stand alone, a ghost and a fairy tale and a story with an end. And I know it can’t be any other way. Still, I find myself straying back to it, wishing I could keep going. I find myself entertaining (naughty, NOT-ATB and thus NOT productive) thoughts of writing a companion piece, another folk tale.
2. I don’t look into darkened mirrors. Wow, changed course fast there, didn’t I? Such is the nature of confessions. Seriously though. Since I was a young girl I would never look into mirrors in dark rooms. I always had this terrible sense I would see something that wasn’t in the room (rather morbid child, I know). And even though I’ve outgrown my fears of the dark, and of closets, this is one thing, call it a fear, or a superstition, what have you, that I can’t shake.
3. I can’t write unless I have one really pretty line. One that isn’t necessarily crucial to the story, but so poetic that I feel inspired to write the whole scene. Without it, I’m stuck.
4. I eat like a hobbit. Aha, see you shouldn’t have been so surprised when I changed course this time! I’ve confessed to this a few times on Twitter, but it makes me laugh/feel better about my massive consumption every time. And I’m really not joking. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon,…I’m on it.
There. Now, do you have anything you’d like to confess? Got a fear? A feeling this Monday? Like your sandwich cut diagonally? Go ahead. Get it off your chest.