Feeling the words under my fingertips

Some people love the editing process. Others are all about the subsequent drafts, the cleaning up, the down and dirty grammar of it all. Maybe others enjoy the prestige of it all, book deals, and royalties, and names written in the stars and on bookends.

But me, I love the feeling of the words under my fingertips. The very first draft. The feeling that what you are crafting is becoming something. Something tangible and breathing, something that spirals out on the page.

The writing process is a beautiful thing. A haunting beautiful thing.