I had a great day. A productive day. I worked on my next novel this afternoon and had a great time writing a scene from multiple points of view. I’m in the second part of the book and had bogged a little, to be honest as the jump between children and adult characters can be tough (the first part is set in 1979, and the second is in 2017). Today, I found my way into two of the adults’ heads and the words felt like they were just appearing on the page without any input from me (which is a great way to write). They came fast and steady, too. I averaged 5 pages an hour, which is very, very good for me.

It’s days like today that make me see beyond my diagnosis, my limits, my disability. It’s days like today that make me remember what it was like to be firing on all cylinders. It’s a feeling I took for granted before I got sick, and it’s a feeling that I now savor.

I can’t wait for you all to read it, but I should probably finish it first.