I have finally climbed out from under my writing desk from whence I have spent most of Christmas, to take a break and share some author insights.
My family have spent most of their Christmas time celebrating without the alleged patriarch, opening the door to the writer den a crack and throwing in food. For those of us who remember ‘Spot’ on the Addams Family (the fire breathing dragon which lived under the stairs) will have some understanding of the family dilemma.
Back to the insights.
Writing a book can be likened to having a baby and just before the ladies lynch me for having no understanding of these things…
The book is conceived in a moment of madness, passion and desire that has life long implications.
It keeps you awake all night as you come to terms with feeding it and developing its character/s.
It grows inside you until you can’t take any more and just want it out.
People enquire constantly as to its health and delivery time.
A lot of professional people prod you and want to examine the growth and offer advice.
You develop anti-social behaviour and become tired from spending all your time on your own as the plot grows.
Just as the delivery date closes in, friends and family cheer you on, to keep your pecker up, telling you you’re doing great and you look wonderful, when you know you haven’t slept for weeks and you feel terrible.
Then comes the birth.
The book is finally uploaded to the publisher amidst much puffing, panting and heavy breathing. The pain is incredible! I get morphine jitters remembering.
Once the printed version is laid across your chest, you smile and cuddle the book, proudly showing all and sundry and immediately make plans for another one.
It doesn’t stop there.
If any one should criticise your child, you immediately go to guns-on and let them have it, before asking any questions.
Any of this sound familiar?
For all those talented authors out there. If you have started writing and can’t find a reason to finish the story, consider this.
You maybe writing an Einstein in which the world will be a better place for your suffering.
Time to climb back under my writing desk. See you in a couple of months.
Oh! The baby is doing well. Paradise warrior isn’t for the faint at heart, but it will be a good read.