It’s only been recently that I have ever thought about writing fiction. Not long ago I never thought I could write a book. Now I have written two, one published, one is ready for editing. Also, I intend to compile and edit some blog posts into yet another book.
While it may sound like I am a writing maniac. I am not, but I would like to be. Lately, my time has been consumed with helping my parents, and doing household repairs and improvements. Most of these things have been urgent. As a matter of fact, the lack of time devoted to creative pursuits has been wearing me down.
Recently, I heard a radio show guest talk about how to pursue your passion. He asked, “What do you think about in the shower?” That troubled me deeply, because I have been thinking about what needed to be done that day or that week, or else, I thought about some escape fantasy, like a Florida vacation, or something like that.
So, to have something to occupy my mind that breathes a little life into my soul, I began working on a novel. It has been just a little here and there, to take a mental break from what has to be done, but I am sick of doing.
Now, it has become a bit of an obsession, in mostly a good sort of way. I now have something to think about while I am in the shower.
I don’t know if I am a decent novelist or not, the verdict is still out on that. But I am having some fun with the license to lie. My characters, their relationships, and twists and turns have surprised even me as I write. I have been sucked into the power of dialog. I am feeling the emotions of the protagonist, and I am having fun with it.
We need something to think about other than what comes next, or what do we need to do. Everyone needs something to think about in the shower, something uniquely you, something that comes from the soul.