…I’m addicted to words.
I have a problem.
For one reason or another I haven’t been able to settle down to write all weekend, so now I’m 7.5k behind on my 1K a day challenge. (I did manage to get three chapters of Onyx Sun edited, though, so that’s something.)
But the problem isn’t that I’m 7500 words below where I need to be.
The problem is that I’m starting to feel anxious — not because I’m behind but because I haven’t written.
I miss writing.
I miss watching the story grow and the characters interact.
I miss the surprises they have for me.
I even miss the times where every word is forcibly pulled out of almost set cement.
(Well, okay, maybe I don’t miss that last one quite as much as the rest.)
Seriously, I feel like an addict in need of a fix.
The icons for the half dozen Word docs I’m working with are sitting there, taunting me. “Open us,” they whisper. “You know you want to.”
And they are right. I stare at them, hunger for them. My cursor reaches for them…
And then I wake to the sound of seventeen other things clamoring for my attention in the real world, and thoughts of writing fade back into the world of dreams.
Today is my Friday. After this shift I am off for two days. I plan to overdose.
Reality be damned.