So this taking a weeks away from writing vacation experiment of mine is not going so well.
For starters, I decide to play The Sims 4, one of my all-time favorite games, and created a new character – an author, who is well on her way to becoming a bestselling novelist even though she is barely a day old (in game time).
Next, I decided to take a break from The Sims and read instead – jumping into V.C. Andrews Flowers in the Attic, and as I was reading it I found myself dissecting it and breaking down flaws in plot and characterization.
Once I realized what was doing, I moved away from reading and decided to throw a plea to the bestie for some help, begging her to get me out of the house. We decided to go watch the new Star Wars movie, Rogue One, and after the movie she asked me what I thought about it. Before I could really think, I auto-responded that the entire movie seemed like a long combat scene, with very little characterization or plot. I realized immediately after I said it that my inner author was the one speaking, and that she was deprived from not being able to express herself.
So when I got home I decided to take a nap – and dreamed about some seriously erotic and freaky shit.
So I give up. This vacation thing is obviously not working for me. Being a writer is simply who I am, and all I needed was a day off to realize that. No matter what I may think, writing is too ingrained in me to simply stop cold turkey.
So, tomorrow, it’s back to business as usual: starting with finishing up Qedesha, which I expect will be out by the end of the week if all goes as planned.
Regardless, I think I have a little reinventing to do.
You’ll see what I mean…
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