There's nothing quite like it, is there? That first twinkle of interest. The speeding pulse. The swooning, the obsession. You can't get it out of your head. You daydream about it while staring out windows pretending you're in a music video.
No, I'm not talking about cute boys (or girls!). I'm talking about a New Manuscript.
It's amazing how the ideas appear from nowhere and kinda stick to your ribs. I'm sure there's a thousand romantic ways I could describe it -- flower metaphors in particular come to mind -- but I'm going to save my poetic urges for the New Manuscript.
When the ideas first strike, you have to let it take you as far as it can, and as quickly as you can. The next part of the relationship isn't as fun (when you realize the first 2,000 words you wrote have to somehow become 100,000 words, for instance, is a particularly sobering moment). You could probably compare it to moving in with a boyfriend and realizing he leaves toenail clippings on his bedside table. Bleh. It's not a deal-breaker since you've already invested so much time in it, but it's hard to get enthusiastic about it, too.
Of course, I'm not so wise as to let the creative urge carry me forward on the manuscript. I'm too busy writing a blog post instead. What am I thinking? I should get back to it.