Get your butt in the chair and start writing!
This is what I told myself earlier today. I talk to myself a lot and sometimes it's not very polite, so get used to it.
Back to my bum in the chair. I have a problem these days, and that problem is that I'm no longer a 15 year-old girl. I'm "grown up." Sort of. It affects my writing a lot. When I was young--younger--I used to write my heart out.
When I had a novel going, I sat in a chair, literally all day long, and wrote. I wasn't very fast, because in those days I edited a lot as I wrote. 4 single-spaced pages a day was good, and I think my record was 10. Yeah, so, I wasn't that speedy, but here's the thing:
I could not tear myself away.
Wherever that story took place was where I lived. I was utterly there, amongst my characters. Interruptions were fatal to the person making them. I skipped outings and watching movies with my family all the time because what else could compare to MY story?
I would give up many things to be able to live like that again. Now....a few years later....I'm forcing myself to sit in a chair, slogging through the world I've created, checking the clock to see how long I've been at it.
Where has the magic gone? Can anyone relate? How do I return to that dream state shrouded by magical words? Why couldn't Peter Pan take me to Neverland with him?
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