The Witching Hour...

[fajrdrako]

How does it happen? I was writing, and it was early, and suddenly it's midnight. Which to me is not early.

I love this feeling. I love writing, when it's working, when it flows, when the ideas keep coming, when the story has shape.

More, I want more. But I must go to bed. More later.

Comments

[rosiespark.livejournal.com]

The plot bunnies are insatiable.

::cackles evilly and rubs hands together in glee::

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

True. Beautifully, frustratingly, tantalizingly true.

(Going back to the story now....)

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Boy, do I related honey!

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yeah! I hope I'll be in this state more often now. Feels good.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

(relate, even)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Heh. Don't you wish there was some magic way to correct typos before anyone else could see them?

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Especially back when I used to write on Marzipan frequently. All those well written folks. ;)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yes, and it seems to me that my worst typos always crept into my most sincerely deeply-considered profound thoughts....

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Yes! Evilness.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

And no way to stop it that I can see. Proofreading doesn't work, especially late at night. I never see the typos until the thing is posted.