Storytelling is weird.
When I know I have to sit down and write, I’m filled with immense dread and a whole lotta, but do I have toooo?
But I do it. Five days a week, five-six hours a day, I show up with that dread and I open my computer.
And then the weirdness.
It’s like I’m not even there anymore. From the first sentence through to my last for the day, I’m on a different planet entirely. I’m right there, inside this fictional world, living and breathing alongside my characters. A spectator with front row seats to their every daunting move.
That is, until my phone beeps or my bladder protests, but ya get the point.
At the end of each writing day, I always close my computer with an itch to return to my characters, to see how their story will play out, to make sure it happens, dying to see what will happen, but I’m also satisfied. Satisfied enough to watch TV, spend time with my kids, or even read someone else’s words, because I did the damn thing.
And then the next morning it’s dread dread anxiety and more dread until I’m back in that different head space, or until I’ve just left it.
But with each and every book I write, it’s the same old thing. I don’t know why I expect differently, I only know that I’ve at least grown comfortable with this pal of mine called dread.
I invite him in, but I don’t let him stay too long. Otherwise I might never write another word, and that, I know I couldn’t bear.
Yes, it’s a him. I wholeheartedly believe a she would cheer me on, not try to squash my unwavering resolve.
So dread, my useless companion, thanks for being a good sport about losing every day. ✌️ #writerramblings #authorgram #crazytown #readersofinsta #booklove #wordsandstuff #writersofinstagram