Ah, the joys of obsession. You know them, don’t you? When you start a project and in your head you’re thinking ‘this is cool, this project of mine, I’ll have fun with it’.
Do you know what those phrases have in common?
They all presume that ‘I’ am in control of the process.
I should know better. I have cats after all. The illusion of control is one that has been repeatedly stripped from me but still, hope lingers. And it lingered in the taking on of the NaNoWriMo challenge. My fiction persona, Samantha Herne, has taken over my life and it’s been write write write all the time. As I type that I feel a little bit like the Mad Hatter.
That brings me comfort. Which just goes to show that my world is a strange one.
But as disruptive as such obsessions are, I do believe there is something good in them. There is a freeing, a releasing in giving yourself over completely to something you love. With caveats of course for things like eating, sleeping and not killing or torturing people. Well, live people. I write fiction so tormenting people is something that I’m required to do. Muwhahahaha. Oh, sorry, outside cackle.
Regardless, I will be attempting to stay in better contact. Because I know I’ve been a bad blogger and I will attempt to rectify that.
Abysmal Witch, out.