I like to make up stuff.
So I write fiction.
It might seem that inventing people and their made-up lives would be a fairly uncomplicated thing–not necessarily the mechanics, which are often painful, brain wrenching, and altogether frustrating –but rather the inventing part. The part where you build your creation brick by brick and move things around the board, following the gumdrop trail until at long last you reach the Sparkly Candy Castle.
Most days it feels good …
… some days it’s shout from the mountaintops exhilarating. Other times it’s more crash and burn–can we get someone in here to sweep up the ashes, please?
And consuming. Honestly, but it’s nothing if not consuming.
And that’s a problem. A big fat, festering problem that swells and groans with the weight of living exclusively inside your head.
You see, it’s likely the rest of the world hasn’t paused to read the memo pasted on your forehead that announces you’re a writer. Your mortgage company still expects the check to arrive on time, the call made to your doctor to discuss those lab results, your child’s school still expects you to fill out the pink emergency card BEFORE an actual emergency arises.
As a registered citizen of the planet Earth, there are essential moments when you need to crawl out from beneath the debris piled-up inside your head and address the here and now. All of which is reasonable, understandable, and generally accepted.
Except when it’s not.
Such as when you’re up to your eyeballs with the urgency of piling pages, hellbent on clearing the crevasse, scaling the mountain, walking into the light … inasmuch as the words don’t, won’t, wait. You well understand to scramble. To strive to catch them before they sprint away–even as the phone rings, the buzzer sounds on the clothes dryer, the vein ruptures and bleeds out onto the page.
And always is the question inside my head,
“How it is that I can justify putting such importance on made-up things?” Why is something so non-essential to the world at large, so, well, essential, to me in my little corner of the world? So necessary to who I am?
And you? Care to climb outside of your head for a moment and share your passion 😀