It’s rare when ideas start flowing and you just can’t stop it.
For the last couple of weeks, I haven’t been writing enough to get me going with my story. I spent a lot of time reading and rereading the first 3 chapters and editing the 3 chapters that came after that. Something didn’t feel right. I was clearly satisfied with the first 3, but the other chapters just fell flat.
And then yesterday happened. I sat down late afternoon, doing the same thing I’ve been doing for days now—reading the first three chapters. Suddenly, new ideas started flowing in. I started to write and I couldn’t stop writing. Things began to make sense. Everything seemed clearer. I ended up rewriting the last few chapters.
Today, I’ve spent most of the day writing and it feels good. It’s been a while since I’ve had a moment of like this, where writing almost feels like I’m reading a good book. I can’t help but want to keep turning the page.