I sat down this morning to start work on a new project, (actually, I sat down to pack my bag for the gym, but that didn’t quite happen…) and as I come to the end of my first day of working on it, I’m reminded about what it is that I really love about writing.
When I started writing this morning, there was nothing more than an idea floating around in my head, and scribbled across a few pages. 5,000 words later, there are new people, new places and new events starting to take shape. Brave deeds, conflicted heroes and morally dubious villains; breathtaking vistas, rustic villages and sprawling cities, none of which existed this morning. That’s what I really love about writing.