Oh man, it’s been a great weekend. We had a Writers’ Circle meeting on Saturday during which I wrote a children’s story for the first time in my life. I didn’t think I could do it. In fact, I totally failed the first exercise we did out of complete ignorance for the genre. On the second try, however, I experienced one of the most lovely things that a writer possibly can: a “what if” storm.
I’m not sure if there’s a technical term for it, but sometimes when you present an idea to a group of people, it just snowballs and imaginations come alive, suggesting other endings, suggesting a novel based on the story, chattering away about the possibilities that could spring from such humble beginnings. The pinnacle of joy for me is inspiring other people to make cool things of their own, like a gardener finally seeing the reward of his flowers blooming after sowing seeds and tending and hoping. I know I’m waxing poetic, but bear with me. Sometimes, in this life, we experience moments in which it all seems worthwhile, and when I do, I like to share them with the world. I like to write them down and put them somewhere for me to find later on when I’m out of coffee and feeling crappy.
In other news, today, I start the last runthrough of editing for Blood of Midnight: The Broken Prophecy before it goes back to the editor for formatting. It looks like I’m going to make my deadline afterall!
And last, but not least, I’m up to 63% on my NaNoWriMo novel and loving it. The dreaded Week Two seems to have had no effect on me. Score!