I woke up, as always at 2 am since I am a big old forty-something year old woman whose body has a conscientious objection to sleep, and in that hypnagogic state a line I just love came to me (No Herman’s Hermits this time): Martyn had held a number of women as they had done some of the most remarkable things, but never before had a young lady softly wept onto his shirtfront.
Yes, I know it has an adverb in it. It belongs there. Deal with it.
So I got up, wrote a couple hundred words on my WIP before my brain went back to sleep (just not my body, darn it!) and now I am back into writing instead of editing. I feel it coming. All of a sudden one guy I didn’t even give a name to has stepped up and whacked me on the head and said, “‘Struth, woman, do you not even realize that I am the villain?” So a bit of reworking of what I already have, but oh, it works!!!
When it is this much fun, it makes you forget all the stupid stuff about publishing and contests. Lordamercy, I just love writing down the stories!!!!!
And to inspire us all as we deal with agents, editors, contest judges, and the most uncaring, soul-rending critic of all — yourself — I offer words of wisdom from the late Saul Bellow:
There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.