I don’t usually think of writing as mentally luxurious. Taxing? Uh huh. Exhausting? Oh, gosh yes. It makes me say, I can’t do this! a whole bunch of times on the long trip between “Once upon a time…” and “They lived happily ever after.” It (and occasionally my totally inept bladder) wakes me at four AM or so and decrees that there will be no more sleep for me because, after all, NOW I have the way to finish the scene that’s been languishing on the computer for three days while I played Solitaire and placed important posts on Facebook.
But luxurious? I hardly think so.
Except for when…
I’m in the last couple of chapters of my WIP. I know how it’s going to end—it’s right up there in the first paragraph, remember?—but I’m not exactly sure of the final little path it’s going to take to end that way. I know I have a crap-ton of connecting dots and cutting directionless threads ahead of me and that’s okay. I’ll complain about that when I get to it.
Because for now, I only have a couple of chapters to write and I’ll be done with the taxing, exhausting part. I’m already past I can’t do this, because I think almost anyone can write two chapters. I don’t have a deadline right now—something else I’ll complain about later—so I’m going to take some mentally luxurious time finishing up.
It’s fun. Oh, and there’s the crux to this completely pointless post—I love the word “crux”, don’t you? So, yes, I’ll use it yet again. The crux is that even when there is no deadline because there is no contract or no other plan in place for publication, writing is still and always fun. One of the things I’ve learned in this long life I’m always talking about–go back if you like and count up how many times I’ve referred to my age. No, don’t; I don’t want to know–is that fun is way up there on the list of Important Things in Life. And if there’s a little mental luxury involved, too? Even better.