Monster courting insanity
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been a writer. I obviously don’t mean professionally–I mean on a heart level. My mother tells me stories about when I was about ten or eleven and I’d get so incredibly cranky that she’d send me up to my room to write something. When I reemerged, I’d be cheerful again and I’d have a new story written.
I’ve always been that way. If I don’t have something to work on, I’m a wreck. In fact, when I take a week off of my writing schedule, I’ll find myself feeling insecure for no logical reason, socially awkward, moody… then I figure that I should probably get back to work and all those unpleasant feelings melt away and I’m back to my normal self again.
Luckily, I’m now writing for three different Harlequin lines, so I’m no longer left without a writing project in…
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