Oh, sure. I whine that writing is not for wimps... and then I hit a gusher of stuff that came spewing out almost faster than my fingertips could type last night.
I've got a whole new character that I adore. (And since I'm in control of the whole story, a character can't get killed off this time unless I want him or her killed off. Most satisfactory, indeed.)
Creating mayhem is more fun than I ever would have thought.
The plot line is starting to really gain momentum. It feels right.
And it was a gas to write it. In fact, I hated to have to power down the laptop and catch the last train home.
Remind me of this when I hit the doldrums again, will you?
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