It's been a week now. A week of war on book one. And I have to say, most days I'm not winning.
But yesterday things felt better. I finished writing around dinnertime and felt a glimmer of happiness. It didn't last long, but it was something.
Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE that I'm attacking this book. It needs it. But it's dragging me down into this world I like to call character empathy.
What is character empathy?
When you become your character or feel what your character is feeling or dress like your character or cry like your character.
You get the point.
I'm telling you this in case you see me walking around dressed in black and looking a bit low. Just ignore it. It will go away.
Eventually this books gets happy again.
I'll be the one sitting in the corner glaring at the world while I eat chocolate.