The desk in my study looked different when I got home from work today. It's not just the place I play Skyrim anymore. It's not just the place I hook up the laptop for my real job to work at home twice a week.
It's where I work. It's where I write. It is my day job.
The realization was humbling and inspiring. I am going to give this everything I have, and I started with 1,000 words on Rebecca and the resolution of a scene that has been hanging over my head for weeks. It was like the main character had been trying to tell me what she wanted, but I hadn't been listening before today.
I heard you today, Sarah. I can't wait to talk again tomorrow.