I need help. An intervention.
I'm addicted to writing.
Each day brings a new chance for a fix, a score on a keyboard or a dance with a pen. I'll be writing and yet thinking about the next opportunity to write and what I'll write next. When I sleep, I wake up thinking about what I should write.
I think about little else. No, I think of other things but I don't do other things. Taxes and work are being ignored except when pushed. I'm taking care of my cats but even as I administer meds and feed them, I'm scribbling away in my head, plotting stories about their situations and creating descriptions and conversations. Even when I read, I think about whether anything I read should affect my writing. When I'm out socializing, I'm making notes of what people say and do, adapting their tics for current or future characters.
I don't know what to do. Perhaps I need to go cold Faulkner and give it all up.
Like I have a choice. I'm addicted. I have little choice but to write like crazy.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com