After viewing a profile photo of a guy holding up the
with his foot, I’m itching to return to my WIP (work in progress), Sunday in the Piazza. Recollections of my spring trip to tower of Pisa are flooding back and the urge to infuse those memories into my story are intense. It is exciting to have that fire lit under my butt. LOL Italy
My writing was paused (other than a short story here and there) to sod our yard, have sheetrock repaired after storm damage, paint the entire indoors of my house, and prepare for my son’s wedding. All that is nearly completed (except for a few more rooms to paint) and I’m eager to get back to my daily writing. I’ve missed it.
Although it was painful to step away from my WIP, it was a blessing in disguise. Last month I worried my opening chapter wasn’t powerful enough, so when I opened my manuscript this morning I looked for weaknesses in chapter one, and got back the feel of the story. I was ecstatic when I became completely engrossed. I like the beginning of my book and have returned to my original love for the story. Yay!
I wish I didn’t have to work today. I’m eager to create more of Sunday Phillips’ Italian romance and plan to dive back in—head first—when I get home this evening.