The hiss of the radiator is my only companion in the early-morning darkness as I type this, well, that and the night of insomnia I’ve just (barely) endured. And this week’s quote sure hits home as I’m in the third and second-to-last week of my very first NaNoWriMo.
Even when I’ve not been working on it, this novel has consumed me the past 21 days. I’ve thought about it, mapped out scenes in my head and saw my word count climb slowly, oh, so much slower than I wanted it to. It is what it is and will be what it will be. The story comes to me as it’s ready to be told — and when it’s ready to be written, hence the wee morning hours I am keeping today.
“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle,
like a long bout of some painful illness.
One would never undertake such a thing
if one were not driven on by some demon
whom one can neither resist nor understand.”