So here I am on an amazing Thailand and Cambodia with two of my best friends, soon to be joined by my brother and what am I doing? Waking up at like five a.m. to write lol. Writing on the plane. Thinking about my novel on bus rides.
Now give me a break, I did have kind of a major plotting/characterization breakthrough the week before we left and it’s just really bothering me not to be able to work on it. I’m having a fabulous adventure to be sure. Making the most of my Southeast Asia adventures…hanging out on beaches, playing with elephants, attending ladyboy shows, eating lots of amazing food, seeing things like this….
But my novel’s still working through my brain. And then I see things like this in Chiang Mai…. Not going to lie, I wanted to go here…
The first step is to admit you have a problem, right?
Are you addicted to writing? Do we need to start Writer’s Anonymous?