The words run circles in my brain. Round and round and round… It gets so bad I have problems focusing on real life issues. Have I eaten? Should I sleep? Where’s my child…?! (kidding)
This hasn’t happen in a very long time.
At this moment, I have a scene trapped in my head. Each time I play it over, it grows. A little bit bigger, and bigger still–now it’s cutting into my editing time.
When I was younger, and would free write–or go the route of a pantster–this was a normal thing. Distraction by words. Distraction by imaginary people begging to be met in their own space. But once I began plotting , these episodes of utter chaos dwindled.
I didn’t realize how much I missed them.
Now I have research to do for this budding idea, and with only two weeks left until the Holiday Break at my child’s school–I have to get my butt in gear. Edit, plot, draining words so overly swollen they distract me from my current goals… It’s like a word lobotomy, but much less permanent.
Oh, words… how you love to haunt me.
xxoo-A
Word Junkie 