It’s amazing how great that can feel sometimes. Like a release of pressure, of tension. Suddenly I feel a bit calmer and more at peace. I can think again. And no, it wasn’t an orgasm. LOL Didn’t mean for that metaphor to creep up on me.

Sometimes it seems like I’m rushing around and accomplishing a million small things, revisions and learning the business side of writing and judging contest entries and being a part of my family. I put my all into each thing I do. Especially my family.

And definitely the contest entries. I don’t know if entrants cringe when they see all the stuff I write on their scoresheets, but I try as hard as I can to be helpful. I love seeing all these dreams slowly evolve and know that one day, I’ll get to buy the book and read the full story. If there’s any piece of advice and encouragement I can give to help that dream come true, I will do it.

And yet, with all that I love doing and the things I have to do, what makes me happiest is when I can look over and see an inch-thick stack of paper that has *my* book with the work I’ve done on it for the day. I love the feeling of progress. Of accomplishment. I love knowing that I am *this* much closer to completely spilling the series in my head onto paper.

I was productive today and now, I will happily take my eye-strain headache to bed.

Jamie

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