Kingschilde Book Status and Feelin' Like a Million!

I feel so damn excellent. My head is so clear and my ability to focus is amazing. Life and death tools for a writer . . .! My sense of humor is back as well. In between this and the last post, I had a self-confidence crisis, then a sugar crisis, then a depression crisis. Why does it seem like life is a series of crisis' one after another? Well, it seems like a crisis when you're there, anyway.

I'm about at the thirty-five thousand word point on Kingschilde #1 and now I'm getting my second wind. I'm also on my third draft. It's a horrible, horrible habit but I'm kind of going with the flow. There's a certain magic that's coming into the writing that is even more than it's ever had.

Also, all within a week, I got ten or more story ideas, very orderly, very in a row and am now also working on all those at once. Good habits seem to be in scarce quantity with me.

I'll make things go right anyway.

Night before last, I didn't sleep so hot because I had a T-Rex chasing me half the night. Snicker. The freaking things I dream. Then again, I dreamed all of those story ideas. I was reading Laurell K. Hamilton and I swear one of my story ideas grabbed me by the throat and hit me over the head. They aren't all that violent but some of them are downright homicidal little buggers.

Hopefully will post again soon, now that I've pinned a few crisis' down.