So here I am sitting down at my computer reading over the 50, 000 words I just wrote down. Yes! See that 50k it’s the second book in 3 weeks that I’ve managed to write. I’m working on a series that was never meant to be anything but a stand alone novel, however, things change and like a true writer I want more.
I want to read more.
I want to write more.
I just want more of these completely made up people that sprung into my head. I’m sure I sound like a loon maybe I need to be locked up for listening to the “voices’ in my head but I have to, they won’t go away!
Writing for me is like an addiction, no lie, once you get an inkling of an idea you’re off. It takes hold of you until you’re completely consumed by it, to hell with the house work! I have a book that needs to be put down on paper.
I can only imagine that writing to authors is like crack to an addict, because it is addicting, let me tell you. You write ALL day, forget to eat, (oh I have a pet/child) opps 🙂 but that’s how it is. When the writing bug hits you it hits you hard and you can’t stop that train even if you wanted to.
You really need to get the words out of your head otherwise you’d go insane. You need a fix, a plot twist, a story arc, something to get you through it. Coffee? Heck no! I’m lucky if I remember to drink water. But the addiction stays until you hit that 50k or 80k and even when you write THE END, the bug hasn’t left you.
You get a book hangover, (it’s real I’ve suffered) then you re-read the whole thing again just to stay in the moment with your beloved characters, until the self doubt rears it’s ugly A$$ head. Then you ponder, “Is this good enough?” “Will anyone even want to read this?” and so the steam train that you’ve spent sleepless nights on has just skidded to a halt attempting to conduct an impossible maneuver by going backwards.
Nope, still not getting off though.
So while self doubt tries to drag you back you force through that mental slurry pit and find yourself back on the train of crack, filling up on as much as you need to get through the painful phase of editing.
But all the time in the back of your mind you want more. It’s like an itch you can’t scratch.
You want a fix.
A new story.
A continuation of this one.
So we start all over again and our mind settles while the characters take over hurtling us down the tracks once more.
So, do I write for the virtual high, sometimes, but mostly I write so that you, the reader (like me) can escape and hop on the crazy train of crack where we’ll ride the high together.