Dear Void,
There is a kind of insanity that most--if not all--good authors share. Many of them admit to it, too. It is that their stories write themselves, and the author's only purpose is to write it down (and fix some things along the way so that it reads better. Goodness knows there are enough good stories who didn't find their way to good writers. Poor little stories. *sniffle*) Often when talking about this madness, authors will say that it started with one character in their head who wouldn't stop telling his or her story.
I am feeling very cheerful. I have this same madness. :)
The other night I couldn't sleep. As I lay in bed pretending I could, a character strolled in through one of my ears and started chatting. And wouldn't shut up. (Not for the first time.) So I rolled out of bed, grabbed a notebook, and started writing it down. (If you were confronted by a dragon in the middle of the night, you would do the same thing.)
I guess the reason I'm sharing this story with you is that I'm excited about it. I've wanted to be a writer for most of my life, and now I have four different stories clamoring for attention and time on the page (which is like time on the stage but, you know, different.) Hooray for insanity! It generates such interesting things. I hope you enjoy my lunatic posts, this one being the most random and disjointed yet.
Have a lovely day!
P.S. speaking of authors, I just stumbled recently across one I really like. If you want fantasy of good quality with some laugh-out-loud moments, I recommend looking up something by Jessica Day George. Fun stuff.
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