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I'm really enjoying writing my current WIP. The words are flowing, I'm in love with my characters, and the story is loaded with conflict. So much so, that I'm going to have to do a careful read-through when I'm done with this draft in order to make sure I have adequately kept track of all the problems.
I've been writing on this story every day except Sundays for a few weeks now. Last Friday was an exception. My husband invited me along on a lumber delivery down into Iowa. Since it had been awhile since I'd gone along with him and because he's been so great about giving me time to write, I didn't want to say no, even though I would miss a writing day.
What I didn't expect was that while I was riding in the truck through the November countryside on our way to some of our Amish customers, my mind would keep returning to 1878 Dodge City. I missed my characters and the frontier town where I have spent so much time over the past few weeks. I was homesick for my storyworld.
On our way home, my husband looked over at me and asked what I was thinking about. I didn't answer right away, and he smiled. "Your story?"
He patted my hand. "It's okay. I like that about you."
Do you get homesick for your storyworld when you miss some writing time?