Ever feel like a robot? A god-damn machine, typing away, day after day. A mere extension of the PC, tethered by finger, eye and ear to the great overmind?
I like what I do. I feel like Optimus fucking Prime this last week. Been sucking up a bit of an ongoing illness and hitting the keyboard. Properly hitting it. Typing like I mean it. And loving it.
This job is amazing. It's a wonderful thing, I think, to be able to do what you want to do.
I follow writers on Twitter, FB. Tenuously, I'm friends with a few. They moan an awful lot. I'm not immune to the odd rant about my chosen profession, either. But I do love it. Sometimes it just takes a good week of bashing the hell out of keys to remember it.
Also, got offered a book deal, hit number one in free downloads with Great British Horror Vol. 1, saw my copies of The Estate in hardcover, finished a novella which I loved writing (The Hardest Dark), and began work on a new project.
So, anyway...just wanted to share a little passion. Too often we (writers) bemoan our lot - crap sales, crap reviews, crap contracts, crap schedules...all can be true.
But damn, if it's not the finest thing on earth when it's working. :D
Love you. x