The Shakes
Hello, Dear Reader and members of The Tribe, As I begin my journey to toward publishing again (short stories, poems, and novellas, at first, but a novel being the ultimate goal), I find I had to do something important first. Write! Um, hello? Yes, I have to write. I've been feeling the urge to write. It's like an itch beneath my skin that I must scratch or it will not go away. I have found that stories beg to be written. They will haunt me as voices, whose whispers echo around the eaves of my mind until I do their bidding and let the story out. It is only when the story has found life on the page that the urge will go away for THAT particular tale. Then, another voice will begin to whisper ... I find it is like an addiction. Writing is something that I can't not do. I get the mental equivalent of the shakes and I get depressed. Maybe it's simply repressed creativity? I don't know. I just know I am weak and lazy when it comes to doing things that are hard and...