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My Drug of Choice

I believe it was Stephen King who compared writing to the best drug of choice out there to deal with all ills – physical and mental. For a short time, while in a writing fugue, you can forget all that ails you. He is right. At least, for me, he is right.

Today I got some really crappy personal news. There is little I can do about it now except deal with it. I'm currently working on the second story for my Rogue Games' Colonial Gothic contract. I was interrupted by the news just after I started it. An hour later, I was staring at the last line I wrote ("Yes. I'm an associate of Mr. Brockmeier. May I come in?"), wondering if it was even worth it to try to finish the story today.

I decided it was. I'm glad I did. For the next three hours, I forgot the pain of the day.


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Oct. 22nd, 2008 01:15 am (UTC)
I am sorry the news was bad. I wish there were stronger words. Way to charge ahead.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:51 am (UTC)
I'm sorry you got bad news, but I'm proud of you for working on your stories anyway :) As I've always said, you rock.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
. . . *hugs?*

I'm sorry. Whatever it was.

Writing is excellent therapy. I'm pretty bummed out that I haven't been able to write a thing for a couple of years now.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:13 pm (UTC)
I am sorry about your bad news. I am happy to be working with you however. :)
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