La Vie Boheme

Writing, again, what else? ;)

There is an insane joy at writing a passage that absolutely sings to you from the page or screen, a gibbering, bubbling happiness that threatens to start pouring out of your ears.

There is also a frustration or two as well. It stalls any further writing, because your eyes keep being drawn to that perfect exchange of dialogue or that concise, poetic description so you can glow over it further. And because trying to follow it up is a bitch. Also, it reminds you just how solitary an activity writing is, because the first thing you want to do is read it aloud to someone, or force someone to read it.

The sad truth is, it rarely, no matter how much the audience loves it, means as much to anybody else as it does to you, if only because they can't share in the wild joy of creation. I imagine it's a lot like being a parent. No matter how awesome somebody thinks your kid is, it's never quite as awesome as YOU think they are. ;)

All that said and aside? I am absolutely head over the heels in love with one of my own characters, Jack. He literally makes me laugh out loud sometimes. I don't know where his dialogue comes from, because it sure doesn't seem to come from me half the time. He also breaks my heart because he's in deadly earnest about not making the same mistakes his father did, and he's about to.

Alex, my main character, better make damn sure she deserves him. ;)