My problem as a writer is that I need to slow down but I can’t. I have a head full of ideas that I keep having to unload. Everything becomes too much of a rush. I feel the pressure of it.
There is so much to read, to write, to watch, to understand. I sometimes feel that I am merely consuming a tick list of things I have to do.
Writing is compulsive. I wake up in the night with new ideas. I have schemes for six books waiting in the wings. I don’t have time to write them. If I do not write when the ideas scorch my brain they rapidly become stale and don’t come out the same. I need a few lifetimes to catch up. I write fast to try to keep up.
I seem to go off in all directions into different genres, themes and visions. Political, social, artistic music and environmental themes nag at me, infuriate me. I have to have a voice.
My friends tell me to slow down; to perfect one before moving on to the next; that one gem is worth a million rhinestones.
I can only do what I am driven to do.
There is so much to say. I’m bursting with it.
I guess I need a good understanding editor.