Smile

Today I thought of an idea for a story that made me smile. I'm sure it was an evil smile, because it's not a nice story. It's one I've been kicking around for at least a year, after seeing a documentary on parasitic twins. Yeah, I know. Gross. But so very wicked and full of potential!

So....I'm hoping to work on it tonight. I've been thinking about it a lot all day, which is usually a good sign. (i.e. finished story possibly)

Anyway---here's to writing again!

The Big O

For so long the desire to write has been missing. Now, though, there's this urge, this urgent feeling inside of me that is only soothed by my fingers on the keyboard. And then the feeling changes to one of satisfaction, of knowing that this is what I'm supposed to be doing. My mind, no, my entire being fills with the knowledge that yes, I am writing again and it feels so right, so good, so wonderful. And I wonder how I could have gone for so long without the therapy words avail me, without the sheer joy I get when it all comes together into a cohesive and coherent story. I think it's the best thing in the world.The only thing better would be seeing my name on the dust jacket of a novel. Right now, I can see that happening. I read an interview where Richard Z. Kruspe compares creating music with orgasm and I'm going to have to agree that any sort of creative process gives that feeling.