Because I’m between books, I don’t want to really talk about craft. This is my chill time and the time where I try and catch up on the monstrous TBR pile. This seems to be a habit of mine after I’ve finished a project, I need some space to clear my head before edits start—to let the characters rest now that they’ve had their say.
Peace. And. Quiet.
If you weren’t a writer…
What would you be? What would you do with your time? With your mind? Would you take up another art form? Would you be admitted to an asylum because of the people in your head?
I don’t know if I could ever stop writing, but if I look back on my life I can make out two very clear paths I could have taken--both in the arts. One led me to where I am now.
The other—well those who know me know what my other passion is in life.
I don’t regret any decisions I’ve made to get to this point, because it is something I love and allows me to fully express myself.
I always rant that I’m an artist. So much so, I couldn’t really live life to the fullest if I didn’t have a way to express myself. If I didn’t write—I’d spend all my spare time in another art form. It’s that need to stand out as an individual, I suppose, to be heard. And to share my interpretation of life—of what living is all about.
So vixens and blog hoppers… what say you? What’s your passion? Is it writing, and you can't think of anything but writing? Would you be nothing if you couldn't tell stories? Do you want to pursue something else or alongside your desire to write?