The time has come for me to step away from Internet surfing and into the world of blogging. I must admit I have spent the last two weeks wondering about what I should say, or even if I had enough to say. Which is odd, now that I am looking at it. I write books and I am concerned about finding enough to say in a blog. Ironic, huh.
I am a writer of young adult and children's fiction. Although I have many different genre ideas, most of them are in the genre of fantasy or science fiction (when I am feeling particularly left-brained). I would rather spend months, years, creating my own worlds than research real life. Somehow, I get the feeling my priorities make me work harder, but when my calculator grows arms and legs and begins to dance on my desk, it is more entertaining.
I love having an imagination. It keeps my life from becoming boring. Of course, there are sometimes when I wish there was an on/off switch, like when my taxi driver pulled into a dark alley and left me alone in the car. Then when he returned, followed by another man, a million scenarios flooded my mind--most followed by "and I am going to die"--not one of these scenarios had anything to do with him asking for directions. And I was really betting on the alley being a disguised mothership.
Final Question: Have you ever been in a situation that seemed like it could be bad at the time?
Current Week's Word Count: 3,133 (And it's only Tuesday.)
Favorite Book of the Month: Sent By: Margaret Peterson Haddix