Voices from another dimension

Well the bad news is, I'm going to be a chubby out of shape girl forever. But the good news is, I may be a chubby girl with a finished novel one day!

Yes, that day has finally come. Not the day that I finish my novel. But the day that I actually write a bit of it again. I'm up to 114 pages. And I honestly believe that about 4 pages are good usable writing. But that's what the editing is for.

Maybe this is just me, but I write much better as it gets later at night. As everyone in my house falls asleep, and I start to get sleepy, I slip into a different world. I sometimes feel like writing is a surreal alternate reality that we get to slip into now and again and if we are lucky, we come back from that place with a story. But really the process of writing is a little like letting yourself go crazy and then bringing yourself back from it. At least, that's my process. I let myself be a complete schizophrenic for a few hours, thinking other people's thoughts, trying on other people's minds for a while. And the more I let myself go there and become someone else, the better my writing is. When I come out of my trance-like state I realize that time has been going onwards, but I haven't really been in it. I've been somewhere else. It feels like only minutes have passed.

Perhaps the truth is that I am just insane. I find that to be an entirely plausible truth. But I like to think I get to spend a little time in another world. And the further I go into that world, the more I bring back with me.

In other news: I have to go get an MRI tomorrow just to make sure those dizzy spells I was talking about aren't some kind of tumor. Fun. If your idea of fun is terrible. Actually I've had a lot going on, and I'm sort of overwhelmed by it all. Which is why my blogging has really dropped off. But there's always tomorrow. Perhaps there will be more blogging then.