The Writing Obsession

Sometimes writing feels like play: fun and carefree. Other times it’s as tedious as any job. For me right now, it feels like play. I’ve been meaning to blog for a while on the topic of writing as an obsession.

Over the last week or so, thoughts of my story have been on my mind as I pass through the veil into sleep. So far I haven’t dreamed about The Ageless. That I know of, of course. Used to be that when I had a problem, I’d think about it before bed for a few days, and my subconscious would supply a solution in the morning.

This morning when I woke up, my mind was already on the next scene of my story. Things are happening! Dialog and action came to mind so quickly I had trouble holding on to them long enough to recognize.

Unfortunately, I had to get ready for work (I’m on lunch right now), so no time to write all that down. Tonight…

When most people think of the word obsession, it carries a negative connotation. You shouldn’t be obsessed by anything. But the dictionary defines it as the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea or desire, or, alternately, the idea or desire itself.

Clearly, my story has become an obsession. Of course I don’t consider that a bad thing. In fact, this is how I used to feel about my writing before I went to college and turned writing from play into work. I’m hoping I can hold into it for a while.

Because writing isn’t all play. Sooner or later, it shifts back into being work. Apparently many authors start feeling somewhat despondent about their stories somewhere between the midpoint and the final climax. Happens to everyone from Neil Gaiman to Brandon Sanderson.

If starts to happen with The Ageless, I hope I’ll be able to regain this heady feeling of obsession. The story knows where it wants to go, and my imagination is just the conduit. Writing is fun!