Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action has arrived, stop thinking and go in.
- Napoleon

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Writing Junkie

I finished my WIP Thursday night. Now I'm a bit lost. It's like I'm a writing junkie, and I'm missing my fix.

You see, working on writing almost every night for the past 6 weeks put me in a routine. Finish the book; finish the routine. Gack. That it's only been one day, and I'm already feeling the DTs, should be testament enough to how this is effecting me.

It gets dark around here and I ought to be sitting at my desk, writing. I write from after dinner until just before bed. Even after I finished R2L on Thursday, I wandered around the house until bedtime wonder what the hell to do.

Nothing seems right. TV stinks. I don't want to read. It's too dark outside to do anything constructive inside (without turning on all the lights and wondering how bad my electric bill will be).

Yesterday I spent four and a half hours playing in a free poker tournament. Finished 35th out of 3970 - and if you don't play, this really is an accomplishment, but it was meaningless to me. If I were playing in a real tournament for money, I would've walked away with some cash, but I didn't. I was just killing time (especially since playing poker for money online is illegal - which sucks royally, btw - but that's beside the point, and before you ask, there are loopholes I'm too lawful and too paranoid to use.)

My husband is encouraging me to take a break. He knows how hard I've been working, and he knows I've earned a rest. My CP tells me I've earned a rest. Hell, I said in the previous post that I've earned one. Problem is, I don't want to take one. I want to feel my fingers flying over the keys, putting a story together. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want to see my heroes and heroines battling the villians to make their setting a better place.

I think I'll make it through the day okay. After all I have the biggest game of the years to keep my occupied, at least for a few hours. (In case you're wondering, in my world the University of Michigan versus Ohio State is the biggest game of the year. I'll be glued to the couch in my O-fficial UofM sweatshirt - that I bought at THE UofM store in Ann Arbor, btw. I've laid in snack supplies. All I need now is the beer, and I'm still debating on whether to bother.) After the game is over, though, the writing will call to me.

Tonight, I'll probably answer it. I will stick to my plan not to edit R2L for at least two weeks (okay, maybe one), so I can look at it with a fresh eye. However, Redemption is still waiting for me to write. Blink and ARJ are still waiting to be edited. How can I leave them languishing on my hard drive for any longer? I need to write.

Of course, I can stop any time I want to. I just don't want to...

"Hello. My name is B.E. and I'm a writer."

1 comment:

Alex Adams said...

Now, my dear, is the perfect time to write a short story. :)