It's been good.
Every summer it's like this and I love it.
I write all day.
Depending on the project (half the summer I spend editing the next year's manuscript and the other half, I'm writing new words) I have a word count goal. When I meet the goal, I get to go to the pool and swim.
The last two days have been amazing. I wrote over 4,000 words a day and went swimming as a reward and the water is 86 degrees and laps are easy to do and it's just awesome.
I said to Mr. King last night, "Dude, look at me. I'm as happy as I've ever been. I love writing new words. I love my job. My life rocks." Right after that, I beat him in a ping pong match 2 games to nil. I was on fire.
Then, I woke up this morning to the next editorial letter which is like the 15 minute warning whistle at the pool. It indicates this:
YOU HAVE A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME BEFORE THE BLISS RUNS OUT.
It's not that I don't like editing. I love editing. I have been quoted about editing. In today's letter, my editor reminded me of this quote and I will share it with you.
Last time we talked edit letters, she wrote and said, "Thanks for being such a good sport about revision."
I replied and said, "I'm not a good sport. THIS IS THE SPORT."
You've heard it before. Writing is revision.
Writing is revision.
But sometimes, I love that feeling of new words. It's like easy laps. It's the joy of getting on the diving board and getting air enough from the spring to nail a perfect inward pike.
Today, I tweeted this.
I know I will feel like that in a week's time.
I'm not a dramatic person, but I tell the truth and the truth is: I will feel like that in a week's time.
And so, I'm going back to the bliss until the whistle blows.