Writing

How's this for an addiction?

There are two things I do without fail every day ... I get up in the morning and adjust my sight by either putting on my glasses or putting my contact lenses in ... and I write.

Sometime between getting out of bed and getting back into bed, I have to write. I've edged it to the point where it can be any kind of writing ... a letter, doodling, whatever ... as long as I write something of myself somewhere. But I sleep better if I write my soul ... the stuff that feels like flying ... expanding ... light singing through my body. The good stuff that wrings me out and leaves me limp, with a silly grin on my face. Where I slump afterward, too exhausted to move.

So I've started to write a book. Oh, not anything deep or wonderful. Something fun. Actually I think of it as a woman's book ... I guess you could call it a romance novel ... I tend to think of it as soft porn.

Whoever said that books write themselves, was right. I've lost control of this book 3 times ... consequently I'm actually writing 3 books. And I haven't even got to the yummy part yet ... hell, in the first version, I couldn't even get the two prospective lovers to meet, let alone get it on.

I'm thinking about starting in the middle and writing out to the ends ... y'know ... write the steamy sex scene first, then see which version it fits into (if any).

Or ... maybe I'll just write a series of sexy scenes and do it up as a different sort of anthology. hmmmm ....