The Click

When a chapter finally clicks, I save the document and breathe.
Sometimes I need the space after a storm of sentences. Sometimes I feel the peace in knowing that I finally hit what I was longing to achieve. My daily idea is that closing a chapter can be a moment to pause and enjoy, but many times my mind, instead of switching off, keeps whispering the next line of the story. If I don’t write it right away, I might miss the spark, and so I forget the pause, the lunch, the kids to pick up at school.

So now I live with a clock alarm on my phone to make sure I survive the time of writing without starving or getting social services knocking on my door.

But nothing compares to the satisfaction of knowing that something now exists which didn’t before.
Finishing a chapter and starting a new one always feels like losing and finding yourself at the same time.