It’s been a few days since I last sat down to spend time on Sins of the Father, or indeed for writing anything at all. It may sound bizarre but I’m having withdrawal symptoms. I can feel it coming over me, the desparate need to write something… like a cold that gets gradually worse as the day goes on. Not that writing is a disease, but the lack of it can grip me like a virus and put pressure where it hurts!
Sounds over dramatic, I know, but it brought me here. As I only have a limited time to spend giving the writer in me free reign, at least I will keep it at bay until I get another chance. So now that’s off my chest I feel like I can quieten those characters desparate to have their say, at least until tomorrow.
As you can tell, not only does the lack of writing make me anxious to grab a peice of paper (a napkin would do), it makes me a little edgy too. I’m sure once all the ‘symptoms’ are under control I’ll start making sense again 🙂
Until the next time