And now, about writing...

I had almost forgotten this blog existed.  Seems that I've been letting life get the best of me lately.  Sometimes, it feels like brick by brick, it's closing in.

Thank goodness I have my book to work on.  It's almost as if God threw me a bone with the concept to help distract me from the rest of the world.

I know that being published should be the main objective for a writer, but this book seems to be serving a dual purpose for me.  It's been bringing me joy during a dark time in my life.

I love my characters.  When I'm not writing them, they're lingering in my conscious. 

It's like those rare dreams, when the places and people are so real, I miss them when I wake up.  I have to grab onto the bits and pieces I can remember as I become more awake. 

Complete stangers in my waking hours, but familiar and loved in my dreams.  It has to be real on some level...

Does anybody else dream that way, or am I revealing something strange about myself that I assumed everyone experiences?

I think that's the beauty of having some ability to write.  You can create whatever characters or universe you wish.  No limits.  It's an exhilerating concept! 

The heart and soul lies in the characters as they come alive in your mind.  I'll be honest.  I love the characters I'm currently working on (with?) more than many real-life people I know. 

Is that too honest? 

My husband says that I'm honest to a fault sometimes.  (I think it has to do with a head injury in my twenties.)

What's a girl to do? 

I'm going to get back to my book now.  I had to take a break, because I brought some sadness in my MC's (main character's) life, and found myself slipping into sadness.

That's right.  I'm using this blog as a distraction to elude a bad day!

I guess you could call this blog a glimpse into the the writing process of a writer's book in progress!