I’ve just spent two hours in a writing blaze. I do have over 2,000 words to show for it through.

Wow. I was doing very well until I had to stop and look something up in Sword and Shield (book 6). I love the Seneca quotes. I really do think that I studies with Seneca in a previous life. We would’ve gotten along great! But then I started reading the book. Oh, my gosh. I barely remember writing that. There are parts of Arlyn’s book that are doing that to me too. There is something awe-inspiring about being so sucked into a story that when you look back on it, you know cognitively that you wrote it, but you have no idea where it came from.

I’m sure if I’d kept reading, I’d start finding “issues.” It’s bound to happen. I pulled myself out before that could happen because I didn’t need my critical voice to start yapping at me when the writing was going so well. And I needed to be writing. Especially after not getting much done yesterday.

But today, I feel like I made up for it. I’m halfway through the book and excited to continue it. Even if I’m the only one who ever enjoys my Sacred Knight story (stories) — and I know I’m not— I don’t care. I love them. I’ve had fun with each and every one of them. They all delight me. I don’t expect my books to be everyone’s “cup of tea.” I don’t write them for everyone. I write them for me. And me alone.

And I love it when I’m going back to look up information and I get pulled into the story all over again.

Yeah, why would I not love this?

Cheers.