“Write, write, write. It seems like that’s all you do, anymore. You should let yourself have a little fun, now and then!” A friend of mine commented.
Yes, it IS hard work—and yes, it CAN feel like solitary confinement at times, but it really IS what I want to be doing. Because it IS fun!
I could be cleaning house, exercising, paying bills, doing laundry, shopping, reading, people watching, decorating…
But I like writing! It’s the act of digging deeper into myself, asking more and more of myself while creating characters that are exciting, whimsical, hilarious, endearing, and even scary at times. It is the telling of their stories—their hopes, disappointments, dreams, accomplishments— that is so compelling.
The voices of my characters call to me. I see their faces. Feel their impatience.
So, I set aside my laundry, put something on the counter to defrost for dinner, and hope there will be enough time at the end of the day for a walk around the block.
I warm my cup of coffee in the microwave and head for my home office, satisfied that I’ve made the right choice for my day.