One of my favorite feelings, as a writer, is when I’m reading something I wrote a while back and I come across a section that I don’t remember, but love. I’m working on book two of the corpse-eater saga, which I wrote a month or two back, and then set down for a bit. I’m actually kind of stoked to find large swaths of text that I think are pretty danged okay.
I’m not saying that it’s the best writing I’ve ever read, but there are bits here and there that I just don’t remember writing, or thinking, and which do their job perfectly.
Sometimes it’s just a little bit of narration that uses an unusual, but appropriate analogy. Sometimes it’s a section of dialogue that seems to fit the characters just perfectly.
I know that, as a writer, I still have work to do. I need to try to improve my writing each and every time. I need to learn to be open to new things. I need to read more and write harder. But it’s nice to see that the work I’ve done has led me somewhere. I’ve made progress. I am better today than I was yesterday, and I hope to be better tomorrow than I am today.
Just wanted to share that.