I went to bed last night thinking about where a story I've been working on for some time should be going. It's a completed story, but there is just something missing from it.
And this morning, I know what that something is. And unlike other middle of the night flashes of brilliance, this one actually stayed with me until I could write it down. (and I did!) So today, after all the "stuff" that goes with actually living life, I can dig into this story and, hopefully, improve it. I've set my goal at having it done by next week so I can submit it to my editor at CP.
In the meantime, work on the other story continues. I've got my four major characters mostly fleshed out and the beginnings of the plot outline.
I've also got two other novels out with agents and am waiting on their responses. So things are moving along well in the writing life.
Which I find interesting. Just when I think I'm not doing anything, I take a look at what I'm actually doing by writing it all down and surprise myself. I'm actually getting a lot more done than I think. I'm writing new stories, revising finished ones, submitting, promoting, studying the craft (always!), getting ready for a conference... all the things that go into making up a writer's life.
Because that's what I am. A writer.
"Writing is a struggle against silence." - Carlos Fuentes