The problem with being excited about your latest manuscript is that it’s all you want to talk about.
And that makes for a very boring blog.
All I think about now are plot points, how I’m going to get from Point A to Point B, why my character just did XYZ, and how he’s going to get out of this mess. I write in the morning, in the evening, on my lunch hour, and at stoplights in my car. All I want to talk about are goals, motivation and conflict. …
So what this means is that the world inside my head is wildly interesting — but I fear I have nothing interesting to offer. The only one I even bother with all my crazy GMC talk is my critique partner Patti, who indulges me because she is equally obsessed, but I try to bite my tongue when I talk to Superman and the kids.
Or my mom.
Or the postman.
Or my coworkers.
Or my sister-in-law.
Or my blog. …
Bear with me, please.
I’ll come off my high in a few days, probably.