It's quiet. Too quiet. No sound but the clacking of fingers on keys - or, rather, the noisy silence from fingers hesitating for too long above the keys. Or maybe the faraway sounds of the family chortling over Sue Sylvester hijinks or THIS guy* (find him at the end of the post). But in here, it's just you. And something keeps you there, keeps you writing.
Whatever it is, it's keeping a buncha other writers doing it, too. They're there with you in spirit, in pain, in characters who are in over their heads, in buffering the madness of the craft with endless Twizzlers/coffee/chocolate/the warm, steaming innards of a Tauntaun.
Wanna know where they are and what keeps 'em writing? Sure you do, because it's the topic o' the month for THIS batch of awesomesauce:
This week's wisdom is from Danyelle Leafty, who offers some insight by way of an an apt metaphor. (Here's Laura's starting salvo on the topic two weeks ago. And Lydia's take, last week.) So, go check out Danyelle's blog, then check back here next Wednesday for the scary thing that keeps me writing (and it ain't got nothin' to do with no love, or, unhappily, no Tauntaun from snowy Hoth. But I'm working on that, especially that now you CAN snuggle inside your OWN disemboweled Tauntaun, minus the, yanno, GORE.)
Meantime? Love this kitteh* as I do. Snarf your coffee, as I did.