Oh, how I miss the fever!

Allow me to wax nostalgic as it nears the second anniversary of my latest novel’s birth. I had written the first one ten years ago, then put it away. In the breach between, I turned to other pursuits and wrote only an occasional short story or poem. I had no plans to write another novel at the beginning of June 2008. Oh, but then … I had a dream.

Soon after waking the next morning, I detailed the dream in an email to a friend. Write it as a story, she said. I did. I felt the first twinge. The story refused to let me go. It poked and prodded and pouted until I produced a companion for it. Then, still not content, they both haunted me. I felt an ache.

The stories wriggled and pushed and shoved until I let them loose. I succumbed to the fever. Through the veil of  my infirmary, I watched the stories consummate their relationship and give birth to a novel, weak and bleating. In my delirium, I heard it whisper tantalizing what ifs.

With glazed-eye madness, I wrote, revised, edited all summer, all fall, all year. I took a dose of critique; repeated every two weeks. I sacrificed meals, showers, sleep for just a few more minutes to write. Finally, after fourteen months, I delivered my book into waiting beta hands. Nope. Not done. Expand, explain, excel. I relapsed and wrote more, all fall, all winter. Edit. Repeat in Spring. Ahhhh.

Now, I wait for a new infection. One that will lay me low with that delicious obsession with character, setting, and story. I am ready. Inoculate me with that live organism. Come on. Do it. Give me that writing bug.

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21 thoughts on “Oh, how I miss the fever!

  1. Lovely post, and timely for me. I’ve been struggling with the decision to put down one story and go back to another. Your description of the passion that comes in writing, the fever, just answered my question – go back to the one that refuses to let me go.

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  2. My infliction is still on going. I want desperately to finish what I’m submerged in now. Meanwhile threads pull taunt and ask, ‘why not me’. Patience, let me get this one, this book that has my mind and heart ensarled out of the way first.

    Now if only I can catch a virus that inflicts me with energy and a dose of motivation…I’d be set. (Hugs)

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  3. Beautifully put! This is me and Delaney right now, she’s whispering to me non-stop and I cannot turn her away. Oh for more time! Hope you find a new novel to consume you soon.

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