I love to write because I get to create worlds and make characters do things I’d never be able to do. That includes being able to say all those wonderfully bitchy id things that rush though my head, that my superego always shoves aside and chooses to ignore so my ego can stay intact. Damn psychology, and fuck me for just using Freudian theory!
I love to read too. I love being taken on a ride someone else planned for me. I love having tears ripped from me and laughter bubbling up. Right now, B.G. Thomas is making me laugh like a manic. I have a feeling, he will soon be making me cry like a baby. I already shed a few tears from a beautiful love scene.
The other thing I love to do is crochet and knit. I love to work with my hands, and I finally found a project I’m willing to work on. I’ve made enough baby booties, baby blankets, scarves, and sweaters to save my life. It all got boring and mundane. And then I saw this:
It’s like it called to me and said, “This is what you will do when you need a break from writing. This lovely rainbow bowl set will fill your soul and give you time to work through all that plotty/character shit that needs to be fixed.”
So, that’s what I’m working on.