Writing on Friday night is difficult–although my reasons for it being difficult are different than those of most people. Most people would say that they don’t like to write on Fridays because they are out having a good time. I wish that was my case. Writing is hard on Fridays for me because I am exhausted from the work week and just plain old ready for a mental break.

I am finding however, that since I am writing every day now, a few odd things are happening:

First, I am anxious to get to my computer and write once I get home. (My house has suffered for this, however.) I want to get my story down, and I’m excited about it.

Second, my brain keeps coming up with more stories, which makes me anxious to finish this one. I’ve got three novels in my head–plus another brewing–and a bunch of short stories lined up. And if you have seen an author with stories rustling around in his or her head just waiting to get out… Well it’s kind of crazy. (Not crazy like Friday night crazy, but it’s enough to drive an author, and therefore those around her, insane.) I went through a period of a year-and-a-half to two years (probably longer) of depression where the ideas weren’t flowing. While I think life circumstances contributed to that, I also think that not writing every day was part of it.

Third, I need now writing the way an athlete needs water. I don’t get it either… It’s like I’m addicted…

Anyway, last night: writing happened. My characters are snarky, which is good because I didn’t want Michael Lodestone to be all brooding… He’s becoming like a darker-haired Indiana Jones, which I think will make for a better story. Unfortunately, my next few sessions will be all either approaching the climax or climax, which means action scenes.

Be prepared for future posts whining about action scenes.

How about you? Have you found that forcing yourself to be work everyday in whatever creative medium you have chosen is a good thing? Is finding time to do so a struggle?

Toodles!