Late Night

Some nights were meant for writing. Last night was one of them.

School has ended, (I got A'a in all my classes, praise the Lord!) and I was free to do what I wanted with myself in the first time in forever. So I let my fingers sink down onto the keyboard and gave my imagination control. It felt so right. *sigh* so perfect.

Happily, something actually came of it. I opened my WIP and got some of those pesky notes my editor had written for me to look at. Mostly I worked on the ending of my book, the hard part. I scratched a bunch of yuck and replaced it with some (hopefully) better stuff.

Endings have always been hard for me to write. Maybe that is because I just don't want a good story to end. But then, who does? I want everything to end happily, but I don't want it to end. But all stories end, don't they? Or do they have too… Stop it plot bunnies! I have no time for you tonight.

Anyway, back to my story. The more I write on it, in it, about it, with it, the more I feel I am living in my story. Maybe someday someone else will pick up my story and feel the same way? I girl can dream, can't she? I think I am allowed a little dreaming. Especially on late nights.

And it looks like tonight might be a very late one.

––TTFN