"Why haven't you been writing?" He asked.
So I gave some lame (however honest) excuse about how I never have time, how I'm always spending time with Kris or the family, going out with freinds--you know, life. Finding the time to write before I had a real social life was easy. Every Friday night I would be here, at my screen, for hours and hours. "She's a writer." "I write." Really?
Not even hours in the day, I tell you. I'd give up sleeping if I could.
I found a band that I really, really like--30 seconds to mars. It's very...well, I don't know what it is to anyone else, but to me it's inspiring. Every time I listen to them I start thinking about that damned futuristic novel again. I abandoned them--Cameo and Larivant; I left them.
I need a break.
From what, I'm not really sure. Maybe I don't miss writing as much as I think I do. Or maybe it's just been so damned long, I can't really remember the passion that once flared inside of me. Thread was the last thing I've written and I tore through that in a summer. The process was so brief and so thrilling, I hardly remember it. In fact...I don't remember it. I remember Jack and Della Rose...and the rest could have been left by a spirit while I was sleeping.
I need a break from all this, just for a little while. I need to crawl into my cave and just punch out a few chapters. I need a good fifty pages. I need a reminder. I need to be focused, challenged, I need to be the Writer.
Carrie
.Steve
.JBN