Monday, October 4, 2010
Or do I make this entertaining.
Oh, yeah. I can hear it now, TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH!
But really, is that what we're here for? Seriously?
Okay, the truth. Hmmmm….
I seem to write sort of compulsively.
The thing is, if you write for ten years and have twenty finished books on your computer and you get a book published, people say you've got a great work ethic. They say you're persistent, you pursued your dream, you're dedicated.
If you NEVER get a book published, they say you're got obsessive compulsive disorder and stage an intervention and try to get you into therapy, if not a psyche ward.
So I got published. Phew!
I look back on all those years of writing, writing, writing and I just don't know what possessed me to do such a thing.
My writing life is born of some kind of natural love for putting words down on paper. Add in I just am passionate about reading. I can remember reading my first Mary Higgins Clark book and closing it and staring at that book and thinking, "How did she do that?"
How did she make this book into a roller coaster ride? What does it take to write like this?
I remember her, Walter Farley and Clive Cussler when I write. They have a gift for dragging you right into the middle of the action and absolutely refusing to let you escape.
So, wait, that's not my writing life is it. Rats! Okay, I write 1000 words a day. Every day. Seven days a week. I let myself off the hook if I miss, no big deal. I'm a Christian, the concept of forgiveness and starting new each day is alive and well within me.
But still, I write 1000 words a day seven days a week. Sometimes more. Rarely less. I'm not particularly finicky about my environment. I can write in an airport. I can write for ten minutes, get a phone call and talk for ten minutes, then turn right back and write some more.
I can write early or late. In quiet or noise. That's my writing life.
I think maybe it's pretty boring. I mostly stay home. I work five days a week at a day job. I'm an insomniac and to some extent writing helps me keep my sanity. (and why, oh why, do I know Ruthy will have a 'keep your sanity?' remark to make.)
Posted by Mary Connealy at 12:00 AM