Every author knows that you can go months without a drivel of inspiration, and then suddenly – an idea hits you like a goddamn freight train and you’re left thinking “I have to write this down. NOW.”
And then you just kind of disappear into your writing cave, into this world that’s currently locked inside your mind, as you struggle to get it out.
If you’re anything like me, though, your fingers won’t move fast enough. Or maybe your children will start demanding things like attention and food and all that, so you’ll have to take a break from the writing portion but the ideas still keep flowing and you’re basically never without a pen.
You can’t eat, sleep, or breathe without thinking about your novel. Every waking moment becomes a testimony to your novel – even if you aren’t sitting at the computer. You listen to music that “reminds you of your story“, and pin outfits and quotes and even hot actors and models to your Pinterest WIP project board with a fervent intensity that is almost alarming.
After putting in a long day at the computer (an actual long, productive day at the computer), you go to bed at midnight only to spend the next two hours still thinking about the book, and you can’t even be mad about it because you’re so excited. You’re still in the honeymoon phase, so it unleashes endorphins and the inspiration is like a goddamn hit of the most magical drug there is. And then at 2am, when you’re just about to finally fall asleep, you realize that this novel could totally turn into a series because the other characters are so intriguing that they just NEED their own stories!
When someone dares to engage you during this time, you can’t stop going on and on about your novel. (Seriously, SORRY JILL). You talk about the plot, and the drama, and what makes this book the best book you’ve ever written and your poor victim is sitting in front of you like:
And it’s not your fault, really…because you literally cannot seem to help yourself. You’ve been hit with the bug and there is no resurfacing until you pry the entire novel out of your mind and onto the white screen in front of you.
Your diet will quite literally consist of anything you can easily stuff in your face while at the computer. Seriously. Yesterday, my breakfast was a bag of dill pickle chips…just because they were right there. Somehow, though…this seems to be a perk.
Of course…you will then feel the need to write a hilariously pointless blog post about why you’re so flighty and distracted and obsessed, with the soul purpose being so you can tell everyone you are most definitely still alive, just completely locked into your writing cave with no foreseeable end in future. You just had to decide that this book needs to be made into a series, so after you finish writing this book there are still two others in the series to fire out while the magical inspiration dust is still whirling around you like angel farts.
But all of this literally means that you have an incredible concept, so don’t stop. Don’t stop at all. Ride that magical inspiration dragon and keep going until you literally pass out or get carpal tunnel.