Confessions of an obsessed writer

They say confession is good for the soul, so I’m taking the plunge. <big breath>I am obsessed with writing. There, I said it. I decided to come clean, in hope that it might save you from a similar fate. I only hope that after you read the following you don’t gasp in horror and deny you ever knew such a depraved creature as myself.

I confess:

1. I have learned that my multi-tasking tools developed when I had four little boys under my feet, suit me very well when I have Word, Twitter, Facebook, email, and my browser open all day.
2. I have sat down at 7:00am to “fix this one little paragraph” and not stood up again for hours.
3. I have made a meal out of chips, salsa, and a cheese stick (eaten at my keyboard) because everything else needed to be cooked and I was in the middle of writing a brilliant flow of dialogue and couldn’t spare the time.
4. I have been caught up in writing when the mailman rang the doorbell and realizing it was 2:30pm and I was still in my pajamas, coughed loudly, feigning sickness, as I opened the door.
5. I have learned how quickly you can thaw meat and prepare a decent meal after my husband calls at 4:30pm to ask what’s for dinner—and I’ve been so immersed in writing I would have sworn it couldn’t be much later than noon.
6. I have rushed to the computer at 3am because, when I rolled over in bed, the omg-I-can’t-believe-it’s-so-perfect word to use in the third sentence of the first paragraph in the fifth chapter popped into my head.
7. I have kept Netflix movies for two months because every time I sat down to watch one, I got distracted by a great story idea or the solution to a revision problem.

 Oh, I could go on, but I couldn’t endure the shame. If you recognized yourself as you read the above, run—run fast—from your keyboard. Stop writing NOW before it’s too late!