Monday, November 21, 2011
Happiness is a warm keyboard
I'm twitching, y'all. I'm shaky, kind of in an altered state. Wait, kind of? No, I am definitely in an altered state. I decided, wisely I think, to step away from The Tell until after Thanksgiving which means I made myself go back to sleep this morning instead of writing for two hours. It was great to go back to sleep but but but but but ... my fingers are twitching, the story is foremost in my mind. Vega is giving me a look that says, "You'll be sorry to switch this off," but so far I am remembering that Vega is the product of my imagination.
We humans are definitely storytelling maniacs! It's one of our best things. People have described how addictive it is to write fiction, how easy it is to get swallowed up by the world of The Book. Of course I didn't really understand what they were talking about since I had never given it a go. But I get it now! Bloody hell.
I'm like a drug addict without a fix this morning. Ridiculous! A big day of work should help, yes? I say yes.