Sorry for the break in transmission. Life is a little unreliable here. I missed a book giveaway, so I'll be announcing the winner of CHASING HARRY WINSTON on Thursday. Also, I'll give away two books to make up for the missed week (and the fact that I'm a hot mess in general.)
I've mentioned how I've been struggling with all that's going on: missing friends, so many people who've lost their lives and possessions, pressure from worried friends, trying to keep track of all the info, guilt, uselesness, stress etc.
I took Monday and Tuesday off last week to veg. I just sat in the house and did nothing. It was pretty restful. And for the rest of the week, I had opening ceremonies at different schools, so all I was required to do was listen to speeches. But I'm still a bit worn out.
And then it hit me. The perfect way to deal with everything. And I don't know how I didn't think about it before. I mean, I AM a writer, aren't I?
I'm going to write a book.
I've decided against non-fiction because I don't read it, and there are tons of people with Japan quals. I just live here. So I'm writing a fictionalised account. It's meant to be therapeutic- and I also plan to experiment with a style I haven't used before. At this point, I can't say whether I'll ever try to sell it. But I don't think there's ever been a book I NEED to write as much as this one.
How about you guys? Ever felt like there was something you absolutely HAD to write?