Write: Jan 19th - In This Life

I've reached the final, hardest part o the uphill struggle and I'm hovering on the very edge waiting until the moment I can start sliding down that hill across the finish line.

I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm, well, I don't know what I am. But I'm ready and willing and wish I had all the time in the world to finish off my story.

Sometimes I get caught up in how many reviews I receive, but when I'm on a roll and I feel the writing flowing through my veins, reviews matter very little. Have you ever played in a sports game? Or done something dangerous? The feel of the adrenaline rushing through your veins, forcing you to want to keep going, to want to keep going whatever it is building up that adrenaline.

This feels like that. I have adrenaline not from the physical act of kicking a ball around a field or jumping off a high cliff, but from feeling the story there inside of me beginning me to write it.

It's amazing.

Write/Read: Jan 18 - In This Life

I am angry with myself because I didn't do any official reading today. I did, however, have two chapters of my story that I wrote today and subsequently they both needed proof reading. So really...that counts. I read approximately 4000 words which is a lot of reading really.

Tomorrow I will try to do extra reading to make up for it. I think I'm beginning to realise that it's not about writing a whole essay/story or reading a whole piece of writing every single day.

I've written double what I could have even expected, which also involved reading.

I keep associating reading as reading fiction but in addition to reading the story I wrote, I've read a handful of long messages, some articles (not necessarily very well written but it's reading all the same). I need to stop restricting my reading to fiction because I could read an interesting article and that counts.

I'm very proud of the chapters I've written, I feel like I've accomplished something and that feels good.