I'm longing to get back into some serious writing. Not the sort of stolen time that has happened of late - a whole day, perhaps, but then nothing for 2 weeks and it got me thinking as to why I feel like this.
It could be as easy as saying I love to write, but that would be boring. And I think I'm going to dabble in some rather shaky amateur psychology now, because the first thing that struck me when I was considering this was control. The six weeks I have across Christmas, when my life feels like a chaotic whirl, I hate because I like order and calm. I like knowing what I'm going to do on any given day and on which day things will most likely happen for the rest of the week. I like to be organised and not feel it is life is organising me.
Writing is the ultimate in control. The entire fictional world created inside your head, bends to your wishes. It doesn't exist when your laptop is closed, apart from the thoughts tumbling around in your mind. Each character's fate is down to you, and only when you're ready to decide it, and there is something calming and safe about that - when it's going right.
So, bring on my beautiful days of order and calm; welcome back hero and heroine and thank goodness I have 10 &1/2 more months till it all happens again.