Strangely yes, my writing does nag at me. Sometimes that means I will go days without sleep while I write and then go to work and then come back home and write some more. Other times it means I make vaguely flailing motions at my family to let them know I'm still alive and should ignore the mess/smell coming from my office (old tea, stale smoke, and half eaten meals).
I'm starting into one of those phases right now. Between the research (which has eaten up most of my paper and ink supplies) and the fact that I'm running out of room on The Idea Wall (an actual wall in my house which has seen more coats of paint and that putty stuff used to fill holes in dry wall than the rest of the walls in my house combined). I'm actually looking forward to the sleepless-isolated weeks of frantic writing that will come if I can ever come up with a viable outline.
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Date: 2012-06-08 07:11 pm (UTC)I'm starting into one of those phases right now. Between the research (which has eaten up most of my paper and ink supplies) and the fact that I'm running out of room on The Idea Wall (an actual wall in my house which has seen more coats of paint and that putty stuff used to fill holes in dry wall than the rest of the walls in my house combined). I'm actually looking forward to the sleepless-isolated weeks of frantic writing that will come if I can ever come up with a viable outline.