Writing a novel is the best thing I’ve ever decided to do.
It’s hard work. It’s frustration and tears. It’s learning about myself one sentence at a time.
At this point I don’t care at all if anyone else loves it the way I do.
So, most of my spare time is in some way, shape, or form, given over to this writing project. When I’m not actually sat down at my desk or a table at Starbucks filling blank digital pages with the words in my head, I’m thinking about a character and the way they smell, or talk, or wear their hair. Or I’m thinking of what I need to go back and re-write, what needs to be added, a detail that I didn’t know until I had written this far. Honestly, it’s work that is very hard to step away from and for the first time in my life that’s a really good thing.
Last night I did take some time to step away, though, and I had dinner with my sisters.
All of them. Including my sister in-law.
We had dinner at Abuelos in Austin and then coffee and desserts at Mozart’s after.
It was a beautiful and fun time together.
I figured I’d better enjoy it while I can because someday I’ll write a novel about all of them and then they’ll all hate me. Ha! =)