How readers can help writers see.

I am a writing lunatic; over 7k words today all about Janelle and Cody's descent into anal. I'm loving their story and feel compelled to spill it out as much as possible. I'm hopeful that i can continue writing tonight instead of going out. Even with more writing today I doubt that I'd be able to finish it tonight. I may need to write again tomorrow and push back publication; I didn't want to but I couldn't finish the story in time. I feel like I've been writing non-stop today and yesterday and still been unable to push the story to its completion. I swear I didn't mean to have such a long story.

To be fair I did want to start writing longer stories both for the page reads and for better storytelling. Perhaps my subconscious has seeped into my work efforts and I have started doing what I planned to do with my next book down the road.

The biggest lesson I've learned is that when I'm writing about topics I enjoy, about things I'm in love with, the action moves faster, the scenes flow faster, and I'm better equipped to handle the drudgery of house and hours of effort.

What do you do when you're so consumed with writing that you stop thinking about your work, that you stop thinking about your time spent doing anything else? I've become enamoured with my writing and understand now when authors say that they story just had to get out; that they kept creating until their word pulled through their soul and finally became real on the page.

I just hope that I do my story and vision justice to keep the filter of my inept fingers and slow plodding typing at a minimum to not taint or remove meaning and emotion.

My next goal is to remove my longer sentences wil long run-ons and excessive "ands." I know that I've removed some of my other bad habits, and that I've improved over time by writing. It would be helpful if you, dear reader, would point out frustrating phrases I overuse. Sometimes I'm blind to the bad habits in my own writing and need a helping hand to point out glaring words that sour your brain, and confuse your understanding.

Despite my best intentions I'm aware now that after 30 minutes writing this small short post I'm not able to complete my story tonight; i've already cozied into my couch and am too interested in watching shows with my guy and the warmth he flows into me. My muse remains, but craves the solitary music free from distraction and alternate interest to pass unfettered through my thoughts.