The Magic of Words

Grounded by another migraine yesterday (mutter mutter) I took my credit card off to Ellora's Cave where I bought a nice handful of e-books by Joey Hill.

A nice way to pass the day. So much so that when I woke up early to run some errands and have lunch with my mom, I said "Y'know, I'm just going to read today." Hung up and delved into book four of her Nature of Desire series.

And.

Oh.

My.

God.

I wept. I wept like a baby more than once throughout this book. Oh it was heart breaking. I still have book five to go but man alive, I love writing like this. Writing that will grab you by the heart and squeeze and squeeze until you're gasping for breath, wiping your nose with your wrist (sexy) because to move would disrupt it all.

Have I forgotten why I like writing? -frowns- Perhaps. As I told Kate Lang, "We overanalyze our writing so much. Do we have the right amount of conflict? What about tension? Oh god...how's my point of view. God, we need to stop doing that and just...write."

But as I closed the pdf and sighed with satisfaction even as emotions raced through my body, all I could think was "Yeah. Yeah." That's what it's all about.

Now to read book five then perhaps open up my own word file.