The busy season at work hit (Oct - Feb), so it's not uncommon for me to work 12-13 hour days. No writing happening then. Then the holidays, which are busy enough. And after that, even as I haul my sorry butt back to work, I spend about a week in a sugar coma.
Today, I decided to something about that. Got my chocolate. Got my coffee. I'm happier than a pig in mud.
You thought I was going to say something else, didn't you? That's ok, my mind automatically went there too. :)
I got to thinking (because that's easier than writing) how I've been struggling with that final chapter in my latest WIP, The Dark Well. I've been trying to write that chapter since August. I kid you not.
It was one of those middle of the night epiphanies. My book was drab. Not exciting enough. I would rate that book's put down factor (on a scale of 1 to 5, how easy is it to put down the book...a 5 rating would mean I cannot put it down) at a 2.
I rated my own book a 2.
So my epiphany told me exactly what to do to make the book more exciting. I'm taking the book in another direction. That oh-so-close-to-fnishing feeling turned into a woah-6-months-of-rewrite feeling.
That's ok. I'm stoked. I'm excited about it again. I'm happier than a pig in mud!