On Writing

I finished reading Stephen King's book On Writing. I loved it for a number of reasons. First and foremost it gave me permission to read and read and read. It also helps me set my own head in order about what my priorities in writing should be. I write like I read. I have several stories going at one time; a book by the side of my bed, on the living room end table, in the car and possibly one in the bathroom. I often walk around with my finger in a book. And so goes my writing; in my head I will jump from getting Terran explorers out of the marshes, to having a dwarf cast a spell on a beleaguered Prince, to tromping the back streets of a city behind a troop of cats. I know I should spend my energy finishing one story before I write on another but that's not how my head works. Mr. King has helped me set a goal: one thousand words a day on the main novel and then any energy I have left on what ever else is swirling through my head. I wrote 1066 words today and didn't want to stop; the end of a chapter is in view and I want to rush to meet it. I love how once the creative juices start flowing they fill my veins with energy.

P.S. I couldn't stand it I had to finish the chapter another 406 words.