suddenly your mom makes sense

courtneysome girls are (your mom), writing

I will always fondly look back at 2007 as the year I learned how to harmonize.

So there is a plague running around and it finally caught me. I don’t see the point in having a blog if you can’t complain about being sick. I’m sick. Cry moan complain wail cough hack sniff gingerale wah.

Anyway.

You know what I love? Having a WIP epiphany when you’re about 60 pages into said WIP that makes everything you’ve written and everything you’re going to write make sense on a level it didn’t before. These epiphanies tend to happen when you are not an outliner. This is the second epiphany I’ve had about Your Mom*. It came to me after I spent the entire weekend contemplating a great email about it from my awesome, amazing agent and all of the sudden, something clicked in my brain. I was like, OH! I GET IT NOW! But with more exclamation marks. I think I wrote close to 2,000 words yesterday (in one day!!), which has not happened since I started working on Your Mom and which probably wouldn’t have happened at all without that email. So basically, I feel creatively renewed in spite of my plague which is, incidentally, keeping me from going out and celebrating the 50th anniversary of the LEGO brick like the rest of the world cry moan complain wail cough hack sniff gingeral wah.





* aaaaaaaah.