Old Haunts

I feel as though the End Game thread of my world is becoming that old house you used to know so very well.

Have you ever been in a place that when you were little, you used to go to all the time? A place with many old memories, but not so many new ones? That's sort of what rewriting my second book is like. It's going back and seeing all the people you used to hang with and spending time in their life for a few moments again. I get to hang with Jen and the gang all over again and explore their adventure like it's brand new.

That's kinda why I like editing so much. I can get caught up in everything again. It's a whole new adventure, even though it's just a retelling (hopefully a better one), of a story I already know. See, I'm someone who rereads like a fiend. I love visiting old stories that I know like the back of my hand. Because I always see something new each time I go back to it.

Thankfully, I never get old of my books. My dad asked me tonight if I was sick of it, and I told him, "No, I'm actually really enjoying it." And I am.

Another metaphor would be that moment when it's finally cold enough to wear your favorite sweater or hoodie. Pulling that over your head and feeling the fabric ball around your hand as you snuggle into a seat. It's comforting and wonderful. It's a feeling of...home.

Funny that I find that in my own characters.

Currently Reading: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
Currently Editing: Unity
Currently Listening to: "Promise" by Thomas Bergersen