I’m facing an interesting dilemma.
I feel good. I feel great. I’m no longer alone. I’m living in a wonderful home with a loving family. Everything’s fantastic!
And I’m hardly getting any writing done because of it.
I’ve read it before how comfort can be deadly. I’m seeing first hand how that can be true. I’m also realizing just how much visualizing and fantasying your dream coming true is also dangerous.
Because feeling like I already have everything I wanted means I don’t feel any urge to do anything to get it, because in my head I already have it. Tricky, eh?
That said, I’m not giving in without a fight. I may have missed a week of blog posts, but I finally finished the first draft of the first chapter of my YA novel, BEASTS, which I’ve been working on since early February.
Needless to say, this is a cause for celebration.
So since today is Monday and that means Excerpt day, in order to make up for my unannounced absence, here is the entire chapter in all its flawed glory.
Who knows how much it’ll change when I finally send it off to agents (hopefully within a decade), but I’m not going to touch it again until the rest of the book is written.
Meanwhile, I’m going to contemplate about the actual benefits of suffering.
At least some amount of suffering. I finished reading War of Art by Steven Pressfield, which was amazing and related to what I’m talking about so there’s a post in me on what I’ve learned from that book as well.
Here is Chapter One of my YA Fantasy novel: BEASTS.
Warning: The following is over 3k words long. So take a bathroom break, get your mug of hot coffee and a cookie, sit back, relax and enjoy.