It’s raining kittens outside, and has been going all night. That can mean only one thing, writing must mean treats. And I don’t mean some pansy chocolate bar or a cookie or two. No, you see the longer the rain continues the more I need sugar, and I mean NEED, it’s not some whim that will pass as soon as I get back to writing and stop playing on the internet!
The cold rainy slightly hailing weather calls for giant mugs or real hot chocolate, just make a pot and keep going back for refills. A big pan of chocolate self-saucing pudding, thick just-whipped cream oozing down the side, with a nice scoop of plain vanilla ice-cream on the other side. To eat it you must alternate between the cream and the cold ice-cream.
I hope tomorrow is rainy too actually!
That’s what happens when you are a writer, you eat. I personally don’t even have any standards, of course I have my favourites, most forms of ice cream bars … I lost my train of thought.
When I first started writing I really fell into my work, like I’m sure most writers do. Really, I anticipated most of the side affects of writing, the constant thinking about your main characters, waking in the middle of the night and stumbling around the house in the dark trying to find where the light switch has gone so you can find just one, single, piece of paper to write down your light bulb moment.
The sitting in front of your computer at one am on a Saturday, because I just want to get this idea down while it’s fresh, while everyone else is fast asleep.
The one thing I didn’t anticipate was being hungry. ALL THE TIME, I’m not sure if I’m alone on this, but I actually put on noticeable amounts of weight as I wrote my first novel. From the moment I first opened my computer with the intention of writing something down I had to have something edible sitting next to me, and the later into the night I wrote the more I went searching for something else.
So there you go good readers, that’s what I’m sacrificing to write you the best book possible!