2005-07-09 - 12:39 a.m.

i realized tonite exactly what it is about writing that has me hooked. the real reason why it keeps me sane.

the real world. bores. me. to. death.

i get so restless and bored and tired of every boring, mundane, routine thing in my life that i have to go on these make-believe adventures with the people i write about. because if i didn't i think i'd burst right out of my skin from the boredom.

it's the reason i read fantasy. it's the reason i write fantasy. because when i read and write, i'm transported to these places.

when i read, i feel like i'm there in the story. when i write, i become the characters. i don't just create this stuff. i am this stuff.

this, uh, epiphany, came to me tonite, as i sit at home bored out of my skull on a friday night with nothing to do but drink orange juice and watch the simpons. and write.

i mean, i've had an inkling at the real reason i need to write since i was about 18. but tonite, as i sat in front of the computer screen, struggling over a particularly difficult scene, that dim and dingy idea light came on and i realized: "holy shit, if it wasn't for these stories, i'd go stark raving mad and kill everyone i know before jumping in front of a bus."

and the only reason i'd go on an insane homicidal rampage would probably be less insanity and more because it would be something different and half interesting.

i'm sure this escapist approach to life can't be healthy...

meh.

there's a princess in danger right now and if i don't get the heroine in there soon to start kicking ass, the bad guys just might win.

yes, i'm off the deep end and that's just fine with me.

daily dose of george carlin:
"if you ever meet twins, talk to just one of them. it drives the other one crazy."

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