The good news is that I’m starting to write again.
The bad news is, well, that I’m starting to write again.
I tend to get obsessed when I start really writing. I *live* in the world I’m creating, dream about it, never quite leave it. I have these voices in my head, I see out of my character’s eyes, I hear myself using their phrase and vocabulary. This has happened at some stage of the writing process for every novel I’ve written. (Though as my friend Pamela pointed out to me once — it doesn’t matter what stage of writing I’m in — I’m always obsessed with it.)
I generally find myself fighting this obsession. I know that when I’m fully in it, I cut myself off from other people — well, more so than usual. *G* I get really centered and solid and solitary.
This time — I’ve made the decision to embrace the madness — to dive fully into this world in my head and wallow in it. I’ve had some health issues recently (fun with hormones!) and I haven’t been writing. Those of you who know me know just how strange that is. Even when I haven’t been writing fiction I’ve always been writing *something* — journalling, writing exercises, what have you. I’ve barely done anything for the last few months. This is *not* me. Right now I’m hoping that my obsessive nature will help pull me through this dry-ish patch — that even when the hormones aren’t right, my obsession will drive me. And when the hormones *are* right, well, I’ll be cruising (like today.)
I hope to start making regular stat posts again soon, possibly even reading my FL again. I make no guarantees though.
Also — Happy birthday to obadiah!