my co-worker asked me yesterday, "did you write last night?" to which i replied, "yes." she said, " i can tell. i can tell whenever you've written the night before. you come in in the morning and it's like you're lost in your own little world."
i can only imagine the type of person i've become, completely spacing and lost in thought half the time. i know my husband is feeling a little neglected, but i just feel too close to stop now. i love my own little world. there's so much stress and sadness in life and i get to escape everyday into these worlds that i've created.
i've begun working on my third draft. i received a little bit of feedback on my second which definitely helped put a few aspects of the book in perspective. i'm excited about the next draft. i've changed around quite a few things that i think will help with the flow and pick up the pace and excitement. maybe give it a little more of an edge. i think i need more edge. there's no sense in boring the readers.