Wordless Friday (Insanity)


Photo credit: “Becoming Insane” by street artist iNO


Five ways to tell you were meant to be a writer (or perhaps admitted to an asylum)

day six

For those just starting out and even those who’ve been immersed in the writing craft for years, doubts about our true purpose as  writers tend to creep in from time to time.

Are you truly meant to be a writer?

How do you know you’re not toiling in sweat and suffering from constant loss of sleep  for nothing?

Here are some ways to find out:

1. After going a period of time without lifting a pen (or a finger to the keyboard), you find yourself pmsing.

2. After watching a really sappy romance movie, you have an insane urge to pen your own version of the story only that it stars you with a gorgeous eye-candy in hot pursuit.

3. You spend three hours in the bathroom, standing in the dark, acting out a favorite scene in one of your stories over and over and over again.

4. Sleep is optional, coffee is not.

5. Your significant other thinks you have a multi-personality disorder and tries to schedule you an appointment with a shrink.


There you go.  If you suffer from any or all of the above, you’re a writer (and a crazy one at that)!


(Note: No, you didn’t count wrong.  Challenge number five was to read and comment on at least five different blogs)







To Write Or Not To Write

When is a writer no longer a writer?

Can life really beat the writer out of a person?

If one stops writing, does that mean the end for the writer?

I think if you’ve been a writer for so many years, it is possible you could feel there is no more stories within to share with the world.   What happens then?  Do you contemplate “retirement” as I’m sure many have done?  Or, rather, just take a break and pursue another creative endeavor?

In my personal experience, I took a seven-year “break” from writing for various reasons.  In the end, I found that I needed to be a writer in order to truly live.  I needed to write in order to battle the internal demons that kept haunting me.  For me, writing was the only way to make sense of this thing called life (as well as death which plagued me since I was a girl).

I believe a writer is always a writer.  You can stop writing for a while, but you can’t stop  forever.  An event, or a person, or a memory will suddenly trigger the creative hunger that had lied dormant, and you find that you must write or risk insanity.  Or, worse.

Okay, okay…writers are pretty much considered crazy or odd anyway.  How much worse could we possibly get???

Only you can answer that.

An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.  ~Juvenal, Satires

Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.  ~Terri Guillemets

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.  ~Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades, 1947


Writers and Madness

Here we are ,well over halfway through February already, and I really haven’t written as much as I’d hoped.  What I’ve written has been only nonfiction; but I’m a fiction writer so what’s up with that?

Is it a good thing to go from one type of writing to another?

A part of me screams “Yes!” in answer to this question.

Then there is the other part of me also screaming that I need to start writing way more than I’ve been.

Complete silence.

What???  What do you mean I have no valid excuse for that?

Something is holding me back.  Or, is it someone?

Would that someone be me???

Why would I do that to myself?

Hmm, that’s a question for another day.

Sheesh.   No wonder writers go mad.