tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261740.post111522436856100158..comments2024-01-31T03:00:44.846-06:00Comments on Confessions of a Would-Be Writer: Excuse Me, But I'm ObsessedLynn Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13444488890483608914noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261740.post-1115411280862757902005-05-06T15:28:00.000-05:002005-05-06T15:28:00.000-05:00I think I knew there was a reason you are my soul ...I think I knew there was a reason you are my soul sister!<BR/><BR/>And I'm so incredible glad I'm not alone...<BR/><BR/>:)<BR/>L.Lynn Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13444488890483608914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261740.post-1115398457948897802005-05-06T11:54:00.000-05:002005-05-06T11:54:00.000-05:00That's me. So very, very me, Lynn. And it's nice t...That's me. So very, very me, Lynn. And it's nice to see someone else remark on the guilt that goes along with prefering the stuff in your own head to all the three-dimensional things on the outside.<BR/><BR/>When I start writing something, it's like entering a tunnel. And while I love that- I dread it, too. Because I know, once inside, I'll only want to listen to the voices of my characters, puzzle over plot knots and pacing. And everything else becomes a mere obstacle. No matter how enjoyable, or how many of those obstacles call me Mama. (There are three. You've seen their picture.)<BR/><BR/>And I ask myself: how selfish is this, really? And is there another way? <BR/><BR/>I didn't plant a garden last spring. Heck, I didn't see the outdoors last spring, because I was neck-deep in the longest thing I'd ever written. I'm doing the same now, though to make myself feel better, am tossing flower seeds as I come and go.<BR/><BR/>But the dishes are stacked high. My youngest is still in her pajamas and it's nearly 1 pm. We've been out of groceries for days...<BR/><BR/>And I'm winding down now, I promise.<BR/><BR/>Someone smart- who I can't remember- said the ironic thing about writing is it's an exercise in solitude, and yet the whole point is the deep need to communicate something to others.<BR/><BR/>I think that hits it right on the head. What do you think?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com