So I write. For fun, not seriously. I've technically been published, but it was an e-book and I think they've sold like... ten copies or something. Anyway, mostly I just write for my own amusement.
And mostly I write a dribble here, a drabble there, maybe a few hundred words in a week, sometimes more, sometimes less.
Then, out of the blue, my muse turns up, goes "WRITE!" and I turn out several thousand words every day. I once wrote an 80k novel in a week.
This week it was just 34k words. 50 pages, 20 chapters. But I swear my muse is some kind of binge-writer or something. Nothing for months, even years, and then WHAM!
(This particular spurt of creativity is actually fanfiction, which I do from time to time. It's a Legend of Zelda piece. Can provide a link if anybody wants to read it, though it's a m/m romance-ish thingy, so it's not everybody's cup of tea. )
I just feel sort of stunned, like I just spent the week in some other reality, or something.
And mostly I write a dribble here, a drabble there, maybe a few hundred words in a week, sometimes more, sometimes less.
Then, out of the blue, my muse turns up, goes "WRITE!" and I turn out several thousand words every day. I once wrote an 80k novel in a week.
This week it was just 34k words. 50 pages, 20 chapters. But I swear my muse is some kind of binge-writer or something. Nothing for months, even years, and then WHAM!
(This particular spurt of creativity is actually fanfiction, which I do from time to time. It's a Legend of Zelda piece. Can provide a link if anybody wants to read it, though it's a m/m romance-ish thingy, so it's not everybody's cup of tea. )
I just feel sort of stunned, like I just spent the week in some other reality, or something.
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