The moon must be waxing, the animals must be uneasy, the tides must be high, the ley lines must be humming, and the planets must have aligned…
I’m writing like a fiend again.
As I’m burning up my keyboard, the bags are getting heavy under my restless eyes. I can’t sleep with so much story swirling and synopses firing. I’m talking has-to-grab-for-a-pen-at-the-red-light-to-write-on-the-back-of-a-grocery-store-receipt sort of writing mojo. I’m talking repeat-the-line-over-and-over-again-until-I-can-get-out-of-the-shower surge. I’m talking pretend-to-be-listening-while-making-eye-contact-but-secretly-planning-my-next-scene stream.
I’m not complaining.
Actually, I was wondering if maybe I lost my touch. But now I have to battle the horrible feeling of STOPPING!
You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t when it comes to writing. Before it was hard to sit down and get into the flow of my series, but it sure was easy to live the day away with my kids and get my chores done (well, half-done). Now that the writing bug has returned, the words are streaming, but now it means left-overs, delayed playground trips, and early bedtimes
My poor husband and kids, but HALLELUJAH! I needed this
How is your writing coming these days? Do you have times where you’re obsessed with your writing? Do those around you run and hide?