Another splendiferous writing day.

It worries me.

How long can this go on?

Should I mention that it seems like it’s going great, or will me the muse storm off in anger, refusing to return my calls?

Maybe it’s not going as well as I think.  Perhaps I’m pulling a “Shining”, typing the same sentence over and over again but I don’t know it because I’m crazy.

I have noticed a difference in my approach to writing.  Back in the beginning, I would think, I want to write, what can I write?  Then I graduated to, I have an idea, how do I turn it into a story? 

In the next evolution, there was a period when “I sternly told myself, you have a story, you must write.  You want to get published, you must write.” 

“Yes, sir, how many words should I write, sir?” I asked back.

“One million words,” I replied with a smirk, my pinky finger raised against the side of my mouth.

Then there was a time of awakening excitement, that I was writing, that I had finished a story, that I had sold a story, that I had written a book. 

Now I accept that I write.  I expect myself to write every day and I rarely fail myself.  I will face blocks but they little trouble me;  I know I had them before and that by relaxing and letting me be a writer, the blocks faded.  I sometimes doubt what I’m writing is decent enough for publication or others’ reading entertainment but I comfort myself with having fun writing, accepting that I can’t control how others view and judge me or my writing results, so why sweat it? 

For the most part, I write because that’s who I am.  But I went through all of those other stages to become who I am.  Having that understanding has freed me to enjoy writing. I think enjoying it encourages me to write more.  If anything, the difficulty with my writing is that I have so many stories and ideas scrambling to escape my mind that if I could, I would spend the day and night just writing. 

But I’ve learned, too, that such intense writing sessions aren’t necessarily the best idea for me.  A little socialization keeps the muse fresher.  Reading fiction, reading about writing, watching television and movies, and talking with others, helps me further evolve as a writer because these things all add dimension to me as a person, and that's what I am, beneath the writer. 

I don’t want to jinx it, but it’s an exciting and fun place to be, this little place, where I write like crazy.