I have a problem. It’s worth than pills, harder to break than nicotine, and more exhilarating than caffeine. I love writing. I can’t get enough of it. No matter what I’m doing, I think about it.
I am an addict.
And I just finished another book! Yes, one of those mostly done books in my list of things to finish up is now done. Oh, I don’t mean it’s ready to be published – not by a longshot! It’s just ready for my alpha reader. Then I make a few corrections and send it to the editor. Then more corrections, and it goes to the beta readers. Then more corrections, another round after that, and hopefully, it’ll eventually head out to the ARC (Advance Review Copy) readers.
And now, this book has been sent on, and I have time to do something else. Tonight, I’ll read something I didn’t write. Tomorrow, I’ll start working on another book. When I’m on a roll, I’ll create. When I’m not, I’ll edit. When I’m sick and tired of everything in my head, I’ll start on yet another series that won’t see the light of day for a few years. I can’t help it. I can’t stop it. I just have to write it out.
I don’t care what genre it is. What I love is the story. I love the ability to escape, to visualize things that are impossible outside my head, and to bring other people into this fantasy land with me. I may not be the best author that ever existed… but I won’t rule out the possibility either. (C’mon, we all have to dream a bit, right?). But one day, in the future, I want to be known as a prolific writer. As someone who produced books that others tell their friends to read.
Now, I just have to decide which of these stories that will be. Next, I mean. Because they all gotta get done one day!