The Joy of Writing

I’d forgotten it. I wrote last night, and it felt like HOME. It’s definitely where I need to be. I had this book on my mind, the story I posted about last time, and I didn’t ask anything more about whether or not it was what I SHOULD be working on, I just wrote. Things flowed. I was at it for about an hour. Properly done, it could be a quality story.

What exactly is a quality story anyway? I guess I would have to say one that keeps the reader turning pages, and one that brings up emotions. It should be cathartic at the very least, but profound is always lovely.

Yea, that’s a long, far dream for me…