Writing can just as easily suck you into a void like reading will. You get so caught up in your story – your beloved characters – typing away until your eyes bleed. The world fades around you. . . And it can be terrifying, to loose track of time like it never existed in the first place.
I’m a thrill seeker, an adrenaline junkie. Adventure is what I grab by the horns and jump on the back of, holding on for that 8 second ride. I dutifully check off things from my bucket-list like it’s my last week to live. I spend time with my kids, watching as they play, frolic, and grow. I breathe every breath for them. I snuggle with my husband, as if it’s my last day to take him in, to feel him, to smell him. I greedily drink in the moment.
So when I get lost in my own make-believe world . . . It terrifies me, because I lose track of time. I step into a black void. Time does not exist there. You feel no hunger pains. You forget to drink water – to nourish your body. And the Sandman leaves you to your thrills, never knocking down your door, demanding you succumb to his will. At least, for me it doesn’t.
But as it frightens me to my bones, that sucking void, it also brings me a thrill, an adventure. It’s an adrenaline rush. It’s a passion, an addiction. And I’ll never give it up. This is my thrill, this is my passion, my adventure, my adrenaline rush, my calling. Only by death, will I part with my words.
Do you feel the same? Are you familiar with this?
And I’ll leave you with that . . .
Before you go . . .
I read an amazing book this week. Touched By Death by T. L. Martin.
That book held me captive, I was it’s slave, for two days straight. And it’s a long book, mind you. Here, you can find me review: Click Here
Up and coming by my favorite authors:
Nefarious, Volume Three by Lucille Moncrief will be out August 21st! This is a series I highly recommend. I’ve read her first two, and I have yet to be disappointed. Click here for Preorder.