I believe that I am fortunate in being able to do something I enjoy each and everyday. There are not a lot of people who can say they get up each morning and look forward to work. But than, writing is not work for me, it is my life! If I was not able to write each day I’d be lost, wandering in a sea of unhappiness.
Now I won’t lie and say that everything runs to plan, because it doesn’t. Characters decide to take roads I had not planned on taking, they turn plots upside down, in some ways they are a lot like children. If they can find mischief to get into they will and be damn with the plans. I can almost hear them laughing at me as I try to gather things back into some sort of order, only to have them pull the rug out from under me again.
This is my life, my life as a writer. A writer who is fighting to keep her work in some order. I tell you now, I’m losing.