Lounging in the sun

addicted writer.

There. I’ve said it. It’s out in the open. Why do I feel the need to come clean today?

Well, yesterday was Easter and for me, that means time with family. Or it’s supposed to. Luckily, on Saturday, my kids went with Grandma and Grandpa … away. So I got a little time to write, hang out with hubby, write more, be in hubby’s vicinity and  … write more.

Then, on the trip to G&Gs to pick up said children of mine, I wrote more. Now, hubby thinks this is a phenomenon in itself because I get seriously motion sick. We’re talking stomach curdling, headache brewing motion sick if I’m doing anything but driving.

One day, my story was screaming in my head to get ‘out’ and I asked him to drive until I couldn’t take it anymore. He did. I lasted 2 hours. Yes! Wheeeee! I could write while in a car! It doesn’t always work though, but this weekend it did. And without the kids in the back griping and complaining with the usual “Are we there yet?” question, I got to write for the whole trip.

Then, though, we arrived and that meant the laptop went into the bag.

But like a ticking time bomb, it kept calling to me. I’d see it in the shadows, it’s tiny, unheard voice repeating: “Aimee, Aimee, come get me!”

Tough as it was with my hands itching to type and forming words in the air, I resisted.  Even when the kids went into to count their Easter egg hunt ‘loot’ and I looked out at my parent’s back yard with a longing to sit in a chaise with a drink and laptop. I even said, “I could sit here all day, in the shade, with the breeze and write up a storm.” Like the turtles in the pond. Lap up the sun and relax.

My Mom looked at me like I was nuts. My husband just smiled.

He knew. I am absolutely addicted to writing. For 2 years now (I wrote my first story starting May 1, 2009), I have had characters, lives, settings, everything in my head. These people live and breathe and work and fail and succeed in my mind.

My only outlet is my laptop (or on the very rare occasion, pen and paper). I need that time. I crave time with the people in my head. They need to be let out.

But…

Sometimes, it’s important to quiet those voices. To steer away from the laptop and spend time with family, friends and other beings that aren’t imaginary.

Just because I know that, doesn’t mean I will accept that. 🙂

I’m a writing addict. I know it. It’s part of who I am. Now I just gotta learn to control it before it totally consumes me.

What has taken over your life? Don’t leave me hangin’ as the only nutty writer out there! Share! 🙂