When I decided I wanted to be a writer I expected it might be emotionally taxing. I was harnessing my war trauma and channeling it into military science fiction novels, hoping I could excise my demons while writing solid fiction. I mean, hey, I spent 4 years in Navy JROTC, another 4 years at a state military college and 8 ½ years enlisted in the infantry. Why not work with what I know, write militaria? Of course, there would be risks, pitfalls, as it forced me to confront my demons. What I didn’t expect, something they didn’t tell me about, was what happened AFTER I finish any given project. Even if I was just a normal writer, I would expect to get frustrated when I got stuck. I would expect to be happy when I finish a project, but I would NEVER expect I would be SAD! Since I finished my second novel and the short story, I have been making busy work while I waited on my editors to get back with me. In that time, without my world to visit every day, I got a bit blue. I didn’t realize just how much I’d come to count on my fictional friends to help me cope. Maybe I should mention all of this to my shrink, rather than my blog family, but shrinks have the tendency to give pills and white “I love me” jackets (aka straight jacket)! What are your thoughts, dear readers? Do you get down when you are in the situation of between projects?
PS: Be kind, my editing staff have all taken for the hills….. it’s just me, my kbar and these lovely MREs.