Writing has been a huge part of my life for years. Even before I decided I was going to seriously commit to getting my story written down, I worked on freelance essays and journalism articles — some of which I got paid for. I taught lessons and tutored people in study groups on things like history, world religions and cultures, foreign language, and always had an ear open for friends who needed to talk to someone. I have a wonderful boyfriend who still needs attention from time to time because I love him or something like that. Hobbies and outside interests took some time too — jewelry making is very detailed and time-consuming work; some of those beads and wires are so tiny, it’s impossible to hold them without tweezers. I haven’t touched my crafting stuff in almost a year.
Since deciding I wanted to shift my focus to my as-of-yet-still-not-finished-novel those other things have fallen aside. I have commented before, if not here to people I occasionally talk to in person, that I feel more reclusive now than I was before, and I’m honestly feeling pretty good with that. I prefer to be alone, working on my projects — mainly the novel. But even when I’m doing something else, it’s hard for me not to think of my book.
I’m watching television or a movie: “Oh, that’s cool. What they did there with that thing and the guy and it being at night… I wonder if something like that could work in the scene I’ve been planning…”
I’m reading a book: “Nice! Good action. Whoa! Did NOT see that coming… I wonder how that can work for my character…”
I come across a gossip piece online about a particular actor: “He could definitely be Lyon. Or no, he’s too old now…”
The same goes for actresses… and sometimes anyone else I see: singers, performers, news anchors…
And the strangest thing of all is if I’m out in public somewhere, like waiting in line at the grocery store or heading into a fast-food restaurant and I start picturing what different people would look like in medieval-style clothing and how I would describe their appearance or voice in my novel.
So when I’m not writing, I’m still generally thinking about writing.
I’m probably going insane, but they say there’s a fine line between genius and insanity.
I think I’m doodling over it as time goes on.