Huh, the kids have the same effect on my writing.
I’m in the late stages editing PRIMAL CLAIM and when I get close to a scene I’m especially fond of – Oh! Oh! I like this part. Oh no she didn’t. Heck yeah, that character totally deserved it. Lookit, lookit, I came up with a witty line and – Wow! That one piece of dialogue actually flowed naturally, just like I wanted.
I like reading my writing. My fictional career is in its infancy, but I have a history of writing epic emails that fill the recipient with dread. Oh snap, she sent me another freaking essay?! Does she expect a reply? Do I have to read ALL of it? Damn…
I go back and read those emails, several times, and not just for editing purposes. I've never admitted that before.
Before that, my microbiologist alter ego wrote procedures for the laboratory I worked in. Highly technical writing and fairly legal plagiarism. But I liked the busyness it created for my fingers and the challenge of coming up with genderless, point-of-viewless, drab instructions. Going back to read my work was, you know… okay… It was satisfying to see the product of my hard work and soothed my wannabe OCD tendencies to see all the bullets and bold headings lined up in the neat and tidy margins.
And before my procedure days was the scientific essay and research paper writing of college. There was little joy going back to read those words, though slightly more than actually having to write them. Waaaaaay before I published by first book, FEVER CLAIM, my microbiologist alter ego was actually already a published author. However, the incidence of Campylobacter in turkey carcasses may not prove quite as sensual and titillating as my books in The Sigma Menace series - and that goes for both reading and writing.
I’m antsy to get back to my fierce, sexy Guardians as I finish editing PRIMAL CLAIM, Mercury and Dani’s tale of love and survival. Bennett’s tragic past and love story are unfolding before me and I can’t wait to read and reread the scenes that flow through my fingertips.