So I'm on spring break, and after an insanely busy winter on the teaching front, and a one-day SCBWI conference for inspiration, I have spent the past two days writing. It feels SO good.
The writing itself isn't so good. Frankly, it's a puddle of word vomit, and I know I'll have to toss some kitty litter on it later and sweep some of it into the bin.
I'm okay with that. Sometimes you have to get stuff out of your system, right?
And now that my own far-too-extended metaphor is making me nauseated, I'll get back to writing.