Confessions of Writing Junkie

I haven’t had much opportunity to write this week—I was traveling for my day job and spending twelve hours a day on and under water.  At night, the struggle to put words on the screen lost out to my need for sleep.  Around Wednesday, I started to feel guilty that I hadn’t written anything (Confession: my scribbles posted this week were written before I left).  Thursday I tried to write but failed, and settled for reading a handful of draft pages from the first half of my novel that I plan to finish in November.  That small fix got me through Friday. 

I think I’ve become a writing junkie, but instead of a speedball or a tab of acid, I need words and characters and story arcs for my high or suffer the psychological (and maybe physical) consequences—were those shakes I had Thursday shivers because I was cold after a long dive, or the DTs?

Today is Saturday.  The house is quiet; no one else is up yet, including the sun.  I’m throwing these words onto the screen before I dig into some serious writing.  The week away has motivated me to make significant headway on some stories because once NaNoWriMo starts, I won’t have the time to do that.  Now that the shakes have subsided, it’s time to get back to work.

About D. Thomas Minton

Writer of speculative fiction
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