The best way to motivate me is probably to tell me I can’t do it. Geoffrey Chaucer wrote, “Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.” My mind has been on Shadowed, nonstop since I forbade myself from working on the chapters. It consumes my mind and this is what happens every time I take a break from working on any book. And my body tells me that only by working on Shadowed will I find relief.
I’ve been trying to work on other writing projects. However, I can’t seem to get past Shadowed. Shadowed. Shadowed. It’s created a barricade on my mind, keeping me from putting pen to paper for creative fun. I know that the demand to work on Shadowed will fade, probably by the middle of next week. At that point I won’t have a problem working on another story. But until then, I’m reading books like mad, writing notes down so that I’ll know what I’ll be changing when I get back to Shadowed–new notes, not the notes that keep repeating in my head like a badly timed mantra. I clean, and sleep, and work. Waiting for the words to cease so I can work on another book, another story, another project.
It could drive someone insane.
But writing will always be my forbidden fruit.