They say that Real Writers don't have to write - they NEED to write. I used to feel that all the time, like an addiction. When I wouldn't write, I'd feel this literal burning in my veins and I looked for places to write things down. My thoughts throughout the day were dreaming of later that night when I could sit down and spill all of my ideas across a page.
Not so much lately. But at the moment, I'm feeling it. I'm feeling it BAD. Real bad. I need my fix.
I'm working on two novels simultaneously. And, yes, I realize that it's not the smartest tactic to take, but it's not something I honestly have control over. They're two completely different stories, but through my day I dream up new ideas for each. So I could ignore one over the other and potentially lose the other's ideas forever or I could just do what my subconscious wills and write them both. So that's what I'm doing.
Should you be thinking of me and wondering what I'm doing this weekend, when I'm not doing Xmas things I'll be curled up on my couch under a warm blanket, laptop on my lap typing away, a video running absentmindedly in the background, ferrets frolicking...and stories being written for the first time anywhere...


White Wolf, in strange form, has started another writing contest. I say strange because in all their years of existence this is only the second such contest that they've had (the first within the last year). So maybe with the first contest they found that it did some good and maybe revitalized their product line a bit. I can only guess.