5 November 2014


-- You know you're a writer when... --

So, last week I decided to call it quits. I've done this a number of times over the years but this time I really meant it. Really. I closed my WIP and folded my arms and glared at the screen. "No more," I said. "This writing lark is going nowhere."

Of course, sleep deprivation will do that to you. And stress. Combine them and you can't think like a normal person. It's like shopping when you're on a diet. A casual stroll past the bakery aisle reduces you to a zombie with no brains and zero capaciity for rational thought.

I spent the rest of the week determined that writing was no longer something I did. As per usual, I listened to my latest purchase from Audible, happy to be a reader and no longer a cog of the production process. At some point, however, the writer part of me took over. Yesterday morning, by the time I got to work, I had mentally written the entire first chapter of Alpha 3.

I would love to quit writing but I can't. I guess that makes me a writer.