And as a result of my newly reawakened addiction, I have barely touched my novel. My poor MC has been trapped at a family dinner in which she just admitted she broke up with Mr. Perfect for weeks. I feel guilty. It's a very awkward situation to be stuck in. I felt so guilty, as a matter of fact, that I opened my document this morning and wrote her right out the door. The guilt has eased and now I have the writing bug again. I'm actually excited to get back to this story. I want my headstrong MC to realize her feelings for her childhood friend and have that darn baby already!
Of course, I still have to finish my outline. I'm nearing the end of my outline in the actual writing and I need to be prepared. I'm a planner. I love a long, detailed outline. Bits of snarky dialogue I don't want to escape me, scraps of description. A road map for my novel. It makes the actual writing virtually fly by once I'm in the groove.
The need to finish this thing is getting stronger by the day. I want it done so I can toss it aside for months and forget about it. I want to be surprised by how awful it is when I go back to it. I want to be shocked and pleased when there are actually good bits in there. I love editing. Polishing something until it shines. And I'm bouncing up and down inside like a child on Christmas morning at the mere thought of editing this story.
Therefore, I must finish.
I designed the cover for my Createspace proof a couple weeks ago. I am slightly in love with it and can't wait to show it off.
For now, I must get ready for work. All freaking night, I'll be there. I can't tell you how I'm looking forward to it. Work has been dramatic and busy and slow and frustrating lately. Yesterday was THE longest day in history, I swear! Let's hope tonight is a little shorter.