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.