A Good Day Writing

All of what follows is not to say that I’m not normally proud of my work. I work hard, I do the best job that I can, and I stand behind every word.

But that doesn’t mean that every word I write is poetry, or even all that pretty. I write some pretty darn utilitarian stuff, and that’s OK. It doesn’t all have to be poetry.

Good Work

Still, the other day I had a really great writing day. I wrote a couple of book reviews for a publication that I work for from time to time, and they came out, I thought, really well. Better than I expected, particularly considering the circumstances of my writing time right now (mostly during that girl’s naps, which last at most half an hour).

This may be the first day I really just felt “wow, that was some good writing” in a long, long time. Maybe since before the baby was born.

It’s days like this that make you want to keep going, that remind you that despite all the garbage we have to put up with as writers, as freelancers, as human beings, that every now and then we get to do something good, something that makes us smile, makes us proud, reminds us why we wanted to do all this in the first place.

And that’s what it’s all about.

Have you had days like this? I’d love to hear about it.

Oh, and if you wanted to see what I think of as good writing from me, check out my review of The House of Tomorrow (the other one hasn’t published yet).