Relapse

Ok, I admit it. I'd planned to keep it hush-hush but I might as well update the blog with the truth:

 

I wrote fiction.

 

Yeah, it's true. Not a bunch--just about two pages of brainstorming for a story that's been nagging from the back of my mind. Happened at that one weak moment of the day, right before bedtime when I was exhausted after a day of presenting a workshop and didn't have the willpower to put down the notebook and fountain pen. Notebook is still on the floor as a reminder of my downfall.

 

Strangely, I don't feel the need to overindulge myself (like with chocolate) or obsess over it (like with a query letter). I really feel relief. Like I got stuff out, my creative, fiction brain still works but isn't on overdrive with the guilt that accompanies a fiction story I can't finish fast enough for my own high standards. Just a nice, fiction-inspired peace.

 

Even more strange is that it inspired me to finish a proposal for RWA's national conference next year and an anthology submission I've been dragging my feet on. As Stephen King so masterfully says: Writing begets writing..(no matter what kind it is).

 

Back to the story..erm...article....

 

Beth