Okay, so I was going to say “sex,” but I didn’t want to reveal too much information about my priorities.  So, what’s better than ice cream — I’ll even qualify that by asking what’s better than coffee ice cream?  Well, it’s the fabulous feeling that getting knee-deep in writing again is like.  I knew that I missed it, but I never realized that I was missing it so much.  I can now relate it to feeling like holding your breath underwater and finally reaching the surface and being able to breathe, smell the roses and other flowers, feel free and alive.  Am I back at the point where I can blast out the pages and chapters?  Not quite.  I’m still a little out of practice but it is coming back and WOW…what a rush!!!!   Turning off the flood of dialogue that fills my head each night as I try to go to sleep is becoming more and more difficult.  New characters are introducing themselves to me and dropping story plot lines on me left and right so there’s a pad of paper and a pen beside my bed.  Okay…so a couple of the notes that I write down in the middle of the night are ineligible, but I’m able to make sense out of most of them.  :>)

My muses keep wanting to know where I’ve been and why haven’t I been spending time with them.  They keep giving me tender sympathetic pats on the head and saying, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you back up to speed — so come on — get to work.  GET TO WORK!!!  Write, write, write.”  Scraps of paper with hastily written notes about dialogue, plots, characters and titles are piling up on my desk, kitchen counter, and everywhere.  I even found a Post It note on my bathroom mirror this morning and what was that note pad and pen doing in the refrigerator?

Ahhh…hold off on that ice cream, I’ve got another chapter to write. 

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