Somehow, I find myself writing another book.
I swear I don't know how it happened. One day I sat down, opened a word document intending to copy down some test questions for a client, and before I knew what happened I had written over 10,000 words.
I didn't delete the words, although I was tempted. I've closed the file a few times and told myself to just be smart and walk away, but I can't. I am drawn to these characters. I want to tell the story. To be perfectly honest? It feels good to write.
I haven't felt this way for a very long time. At one point I told myself that even if I never wrote another word, I would be okay. I think I even believed that.
It's not true. I would not be okay. Writing is like breathing to me.
Even if nothing ever comes of this, that's okay.
I just needed to write again.