Oct 17 2008
The radio silence here has been deafening, I know. I’ve fallen behind on my blogging, and in fact, on some other things that I ought to be doing. And I haven’t written a word for a month, which has finally begun to make me come apart that the seams.
Fact is, I’ve been plotting. Plotting, writing backstory, and outlining. I’ve been hard at work doing it, too. When I get into a world, I immerse in it, and I have a hard time coming up for air until I’m done. In some cases, done means finished with the book, too.
I start writing it on Monday. And I expect to be lost in it for a little while. Today, I’m trying to catch up on all the little things I need to do before I wander into Idealand. But it’s hard to get that world out of my mind. Even know, it’s pulling me under.
This is one of the best parts of being a writer. Also, one of the most obnoxious. You drive your friends and family absolutely buggy. You get scatterbrained, because you’re focused on what’s in your head, not what’s outside it. But you’re there. You’re in the zone. The words will flow.
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