Seriously. I meet him in secret. Have private conversations with him so others can’t hear. Sneak off to be with him any time of day that he beckons. I love him. There is no other him on the planet. He makes me smile…cry. He listens as I direct, and I always listen to what he wants. Yeah… We’re having an affair.
I should really talk about how catching some titles can be. I’m sure that’s the last thing you expected to see on some random author blog, right?
In all actuality, I’m referring to this little thing I have with my characters. And it always seem to be the guys I’m sneaking off to be with. Maybe because for the past year and a half, I’ve written almost everything from a guy perspective–five different guys? Could be.
But I do. I feel like I’m having an affair with him. No one here knows about him. I’m sneaking in moments of typing just to be with him on the pages of this book. It’s weird that I get a little jolt when I can work on him, like this is something dirty when really it’s as innocent as apple pie and kittens–the cute, fluffy white ones.
It wasn’t until the other day when I got to sneak away for an hour and spend time with him–Jaden…or McClane…or Kurt…or Nine…or random nameless guy for now–that it hit me…that writing is my love affair. Sort of cool. Definitely weird. But I wouldn’t change it.
I’m not looking forward to the moment everyone finds out about this. Well, those close to me who don’t get it. How do I explain that my lover is black words on a white screen with a flashing cursor that winks at me when we stop for a breath of air?
This affair won’t stop soon. I am having too much fun and maybe a little too in love with it to ever turn back.
To all the authors out there who stop by on occasion, I hope you enjoy your love life as much as I enjoy mine.