Perspiration

Yes, that first photo says it all. Nothing in my life has ever so engrossed my mind as trying to put down on paper the passions of the scenes I imagine. A football game lasts a few hours, air-to-air combat training a few minutes. But writing? I’ve sometimes forgotten to eat, forgotten it grew dark, forgotten to go to bed. So yes, my wife can literally slide up alongside my face, point and click, and I never leave the writing. I don’t know any other way but to live the lives of the characters I imagine. I enjoy the book clubs, and the book signings. I enjoy hearing my readers’ views of what I wrote. I love discussing the many questions that I raise in my novel. Yet part of me is always wishing that I was writing…