Today was my day off from work, and accidentally became my day off from writing.
Did spend 2 hours this morning editing what I had previously written so it all connects up, but didn't really increase the word count. I then finished Stephen King's 'On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft' which is awesome. After lunch, I must have been more stressed than I realised, because I fell asleep and didn't wake up for ages. So I decided I would just take today off and read. Continuing my 'research' into young adults fantasy, I finished off one of the Percy Jackson books. It was the first one I have read, even though it was a year ago now some of my students at a summer school recommended them to me. The book definitely had appeal, and inspired me to try writing a really fast paced action series.
So, because I have nothing interesting myself to say, I thought I would leave you with the final part of Stephen King's book, just because I liked it so much:
'On some days that writing is a pretty grim slog. On others - more and more of them as my leg begins to heal and my mind reaccustoms itself to its old routine - I feel that buzz of happiness, that sense of having found the right words and put them in a line. It's like lifting off in an airplane: you're on the ground, on the ground, on the ground...and then you're up, riding on a magical cushion of air and prince of all you survey. That makes me happy, because it's what I was made to do.'
If you have never felt like this you might want to consider that you weren't made to be a writer.
I might not have been made to be a successful or prize winning writer, but I'm pretty sure writing is what I was always meant to do. It's sad it's taken me this long to realise, but also great that I can make up for lost time.