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Well, folks, it happened. The well of creativity overflowed. I’ve spent sleepless nights and groggy days in a state of writing bliss. I admit that while I was blogging about the certainty of eventual inspiration for my climax, I felt anything but certain. But it worked. My crazy, weird routine worked.

Talking with a fellow creative after church this morning, I found support for the need to throw out the rule book. But I liked his point. That we have to understand the rules’ purpose and give them a fair shot before we put them in the trash bin. If I needed confirmation that the Jessie Mae Writing Guidebook (I like that name better. I’m renaming it.) should find its way to the blogosphere, I have it.

But let’s backtrack a little. To Topsfield Maine, where I spent Thursday evening through Saturday. It houses the family farm, an hour north of Lincoln–a town whose recent addition of a Dunkin’ Donuts closes at the same time as its Walmart: 9:00 PM. Sharp.

Bye, bye civilization. But the stillness; the lack of wifi; and the nearness of the coffee pot… it was all what I needed to make my final push. My parents, my wonderful parents, asked me to do absolutely nothing the whole time. They brought me coffee and listened to my weird music and didn’t try suggesting I should sleep. My brother–who came up with his kids on Saturday–encouraged me just as fiercely. Each felt the surge of writing in me and respected it. I adore them all.

And so, a dozen cups of coffee and twenty thousand words later (I’m already fifteen thousand words over my hopeful end point), I find myself a mere few chapters from finishing. Will it happen today? I left my sister/her baby and even forewent my nephew’s second seventh birthday party (the second round of celebrating year 7) in the hopes that I will, indeed, finish. I claimed a table at Starbucks, bought some iced coffee, and plugged in The Piano Guys. Because this is routine and, if the last twenty thousand words have showed me anything, it is that the method in my madness works.

So let’s hope I finish soon, because you–and all my friends and family–probably won’t hear from me again until I do.

Blog Bonus Feature: My virtual notebook is chocked full of character facts and plot problems. It keeps me organized. Good solutions will earn a happy face. Bad solutions are getting a frowny face today.

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As I was working on the novel yesterday, I came across the following note from my old self:

Insert random details about the building and city of your choice. Yes, you skimped the last time you were writing, but, hey, it was 2:34AM, so you were understandably exhausted and had poor judgment.

Reading this was highly amusing to me. Sanity and logic truly are not my strong points when writing in the early hours of the morning. Yet, I still contest that some of my best work is done there. When perfection fades in sleepiness, when everything gleams as bigger and deeper than it might otherwise appear, when the creativity of childhood still beats within my heart.

It was 10:30 when I put the laptop aside last night, with another thousand words in my favor. And as soon as I could pry my groggy eyes open this morning I wrote again. It is dedication more than inspiration, but words–and some of them very good–are falling from my mind into the realm of reality. So be it.

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At Writer’s Guild tonight we talked about the authors and people who had inspired us and our early days as writers. As we sat outside at Paddy Murphy’s it was interesting to hear the diverse reasonings behind our stories and our intentions for our futures. Our pasts are vastly different.  Some of us were inspired by distinct events or authors; others simply fell into writing. As for our futures, most of us don’t anticipate solely being authors. We figure we will keep writing, but it may not be our main job. Whether this is because we understand the financial difficulties of budding authors or because we long to do more than just write novels is indistinguishable.

After guild and a rather lengthy and comprehensive conversation with my mother, I played guitar for a while until well after my wrist grew tired of hitting the ‘F’ chord. Then I read chapters 20 and 21 of Revelations. My Bible has been around since I was very young. It is interesting to see what I underlined then compared to what I would underline now.

In the past I had underlined Revelation 22:4, “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” This is a truly exciting verse, but I had not marked the more important and more exciting verse before it: “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.” Wow. God will be with us!

As a kid in pain I get why verse four excited me. As a young adult verse four still excites me. But how could I miss that God would be with us? How could that seem not important enough to underline? Isn’t that day when God dwells with us what I’m pressing on towards? So I underlined verse three tonight and I am so excited for that day!

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