Writing the "Other"
How do you feel?
I feel a since of accomplishment when I finish a chapter or a particularily difficult part of a book I am writting. I find myself walking around with a triumphant grinn on my face then can't wait to get started again. So how do you feel when you've finally finished a chapter?
Psssst!Hey, Luna—just between you and me—when I'm nearing the end of a chapter, short story or essay my hands start shaking so badly I can hardly type. Pure chest-heaving, heart-pounding adrenaline!Mind you, it's bad enough that I'm already clutching fistfuls of dice in my meaty ham-hocks as I type (each finished sentence rates a triumphal die dropped into the Daily Completed Sentences Quota Glass, or D.C.S.Q.G.—clink!), but when 'ole Adrian L. Lynn drops by for a visit, well . . . it's all I can do to keep from squirting the aforementioned fistfuls of dice in a rattling stream off my computer monitor, like some demented, spasmodically-malfunctioning robot shooting a series of little whirring gears, torsion bars and other electro-mechanical bric-a-brac out of its orifices as it red-lines.I thought finishing was like that for everyone . . .