Lately, I've been feeling a little tug at the back of my mind.Okay, it started as a tug and has turned into a tow-truck. It is hooking me up and hauling me away. It wants me to write something I'm entirely uncomfortable with.
I tried ignoring it. I tried plugging my ears and humming to myself. I tried crossing my arms and pouting. It is insistent--and becoming somewhat annoying.
I know how persistent the voices of my characters can be, and I've grown accustomed to them. We get along fine, and I have plenty of ideas from them to keep me busy for years to come.
So, why is this new and unfamiliar idea demanding my attention? Can't it see I'm busy? Can't it see that I don't know what to do with it? Clearly, I am not the right person for this particular venture.
It doesn't care.
It wants me and I am going to have to give in.
So, ladies, I suppose some time in the not too distant future--I will be venturing into the frightening world (for me anyway) of non-fiction...
and it scares my little booties off.
Anyone else have an experience like this? Any ideas or advice... words of comfort or maybe just magical earplugs would be much appreciated. :)