Writers are crazy (or at least slightly unstable)

All my life I've written fiction.  One of the things that struck me in reading Madelline L'Engle's Circle of Quiet was the accuracy with which she described the need to live in the world inside your head with the characters.  When creating the story, it is so compelling that you don't want to do anything else.

In fact, the characters are real enough to you that they practically write themselves.

One of the things a writer said to me when I used to participate in a writers group was, "If the plot ever becomes locked, it is almost always because I've made the character do something they would never do in real life to meet my goals for the story and not their own."

So there you have it.  Writers are crazy.

About six years ago, I stopped writing fiction and started writing about the world around me. It gave me more time "in the real world." (As weird as that sounds it is actually true.)

But while John was in Africa (and I had a lot of time) I pulled out the last novel I was working on and read the story.  I found that as a reader I liked the story.  As a writer, I had missed the characters.  And so this morning...here I am again.  Drawing a family tree for people who don't actually exist.

Yet it feels really good to be back to something that somehow I was always wired to do. 
© Random Cathy
Maira Gall