Mania
Well, I’ve entered the manic stage again, instead of the depression. It would be nice to be just in the middle. I wonder what that is like? Of course, I’m exaggerating–I’m a writer. It’s good to be writing again. I do mean writing, not just editing over and over again. The first draft of a new novel, though very rough, is always a relief. It’s the editing that’s hard–trying to perfect your sentences with rhythm and get rid of the junk. If I can write one beautiful sentence each day, then I have done my job. Without writing, the voices stay locked in my head, but when I write they can breathe and come out to play on my screen. Honestly, I’m much nicer person when I write.
