I’ve begun to think of writing as an addiction. It seems like the more I write, the harder it is to go on vacation and not write. I’ve started to go through withdrawals if I don’t at least write a couple of sentences every day. It’s pretty funny to watch as I grow extremely unfocused, loose the ability to carry on a good conversation, and begin ‘daydreaming’ while people are trying to talk to me. Occasionally I get bad enough to where I just want to go sleep because I’m so crabby from lack of writing.
Awhile ago I realized that I just can’t focus on the world around me when my characters are just waiting for their story to be on paper so they can stop suffering and get to an easier part of the story. I admit, sometimes my characters are much better company than the people around me. Sometimes they’re even more real than the world around me seems.
I once saw a quote somewhere that read, “there is no greater pain than bearing an unwritten story inside you.” I thought it was funny at the time, even slightly true. But it seems to grow more and more true as I get deeper and deeper into my book. The more I write, the more I need to write, but if I don’t I go through withdrawals. So where’s the balance at? How can someone carry on with their normal life when they’ve got the pain of an unwritten story driving them to distraction?