It Ain't the Grammys but it's Close Enough

"Get excited about your own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire - you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away." --Denis Waitley

Ecstatic. Exhilarated. Overjoyed. Blissful. Delighted. Eager. Enthusiastic. Take your pick, I am one and all of these things. Why, you ask? Because the block is over baby! I'm free! GWA HA HA HA HA!!!! Never again will I be shackled to writer's block, to suffer in the sullen silence of an absence of words!!! Never!!!

Okay. I probably will be. But for now, I'm going to pretend that it's impossible. I've never been so thrilled to be able to write again. A writer not writing is like asking a gopher not to dig holes or telling rabbits not to get it on. Neither one of them would be very happy.

Yesterday, I had the best day of writing that I've probably ever had. It might not have been my best work but it was so much fun I plain don't care. And since the horrid block has been lifted, I've averaged about 2800 words per day for the last 3 days. And that's a bloody miracle people! For me, it's unheard of! Many of you have probably heard of NanoWriMo and maybe even have participated in it. Not I, oinked the pig. NanoWriMo sounds awesome and to those of you who participate yearly, cranking out those 50K words in one month, I applaud you. Way to go! But as for me, I usually have to drag a manuscript from under the bed in my head kicking and screaming, hissing and biting.

Not yesterday. Yesterday, the words flowed from my brain to my fingertips like unending frozen yogurt from an ice-cream tap. (And there's a few of you I know that would think that was your version of heaven, myself notwithstanding. As long as it was strawberry frozen yogurt.)

And a really awesome thing happened. I ended a chapter with some of the most well put-together words I've ever written. Ever. And I have to take a second to say to myself: "I'm gooood!" (And you're thinking, haven't you been saying that this entire blog?!)

Alright, alright. I'm being a J.W. (Jerk Wad, for future reference.) But if you've ever had the chance to say aloud to yourself, "I'm not such a loser after all!" You know it feels pretty darn great. (By the way, if you can name that movie, you get 50 pts! And a free copy of my first published book! *Crossing my fingers*)

I'll gracefully bow off the stage now, dear readers. Forgive me my blatant "braggery" but I think I'll try and hold onto this happy feelin' for a while longer. Don't fear! The fuzzy green garbage-can dweller you all know and love will live to blog another day!

Happy trails!

L.T. Elliot