takes time - a lot of it. The majority of that time is spent thinking.
That's all. Just thinking. For every minute I've spent physically
writing I've spent 10, 20, 30 minutes, an hour, a day or even longer
thinking about what to write. After I decide what I will write I spend
more time considering how I will write it. When I say I've spent the
night writing it's quite possible I haven't actually written a single
word. Or, I've written one paragraph or a page or a chapter a hundred
different ways and then scraped the entire thing in order to think some
more. Add to that the fatigue from lack of sleep, fended off by
highly-caffeinated beverages, missed meals here and there and one too
many help-me-find-my-inspiration cocktails and the voices in my head can
get pretty loud. This is the insanity of it, of writing. Those voices
often recall previously forgotten or repressed memories, which make me
think even more, which almost always leads to an idea for another story,
and so begins another cycle. Writing is very cathartic when it finally
gets out of you and onto the paper exactly as you see it in your mind.
Until then it's like being haunted. But I wouldn't have it any other
way. I'd be lost if it wasn't this way.