I feel like a human bean, I mean being, again. Last week, not so much. The flu dragged me by the heels into the cluttered basement, where I marked time into the closed door with my fingernails. Yikes! I’ve been watching too much Paranormal Activity 2! But anyway, I was trapped for a whole week with the flu. No fun.
Between moans and complaints to Gabe, I thought about writing. My characters gave me sly smiles and beckoned me closer. I thought they were going to eat me (did I mention I had a fever?), but then they comforted me.
I thought about the different plots taking shape in my head, the ideas that could melt away if I didn’t get better soon. At the urging of my characters and those plots waiting to be written down, I finally did get better.
And it occurred to me during my upward climb: I’m addicted. To my characters, to those ideas taking root in my brain, to writing a word, a sentence, a paragraph that makes me smile. I’m addicted, and that addiction helped me get better faster. The drugs helped too, though.
Anyone else addicted? Have you taken your temperature today? Have you seen Paranormal Activity 1 or 2?