I’m not inclined towards moderation, you know. Here’s an example. I hate the time between writing books, right? So when I sat down and wrote Donte (65K in less than a month), I jumped in and wrote Taro (70K). And then I wrote Rafe (121K). And most of Keen (80K). When I couldn’t make the end of Keen work properly, I wandered from that into fanfic, and wrote Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained (44K). That went so well, I went on and wrote Shades and Hues (77K). All in a little more than a year.
Granted I’d barely written in the ten years before that (Life, marriage, family, you know how it goes) but when I got back to writing–that’s what I did.
Even now, some seven years later, when I’m writing I’m not doing much else. Drag me out to see a movie, even one I want to see, and I’ll be annoyed. Take me out to dinner and you’d best be ready to talk about my book, or let me sit there with a dazed look on my face.
Turns out I’m much the same about reading. I went to the library Thursday night, and I’ve read four books since then. I have not, however, cleaned my room as intended, finished clearing my desk (in fact all the library books are now on it…) (yes, I do enjoy parentheticals, why do you ask?), or even washed all the blasted dishes.
I really gotta get better at this life thing. Some things MUST be attended to! I gotta go check on all things TDP, for instance, and get started gathering what I need for the site redesign. I should, like, actually say Hi! to some of my friends. And…and I should do other things that are on my to-do list, which I’m fairly certain is under one of these books…
I should totally not dive into Perdido Street Station quite yet. Or any of these other tempting treats sitting about my desk.
Right?
I am that stage with some new ideas. I don’t want to do anything else but write them. Forget dinner, forget hubby, forget everything but writing the shiny new idea that has me excited. I think we need dish fairies to wash our dishes so we can write.
Man, we REALLY do. And work fairies so we don’t have to get up in the morning. (I’m a night-writer.)