As a writer, I spend my time thinking up fun filled problems for my characters. Okay, they may be fun for me and hopefully readers, but probably not so much for the characters.
I sort of think of it like me rolling barrels at my characters’ feet while they are just trying to go on about their normal lives. Hop, run, JUMP! That sort of thing.
Well, as of late I’ve begun to think my characters have been paying off the Universe to give me some payback for the mayhem and shenanigans I inflict upon them.
It seems like every time I turn around, something involved with the book has had a hiccup. Some are minor ones, tiny little mini beer kegs rolling about that I am annoyed about, but can jump over fairly easily. Then there are the super-sized barrels of problems that are waist high and coming for my poor legs at 50 mph.
The most recent example is why this blog is late. My less-than-a-year-old computer went crazy and wouldn't let me connect to the internet for love or money the past few days. By itself, it’s annoying. Added to delayed orders, formatting problems, and other assorted issues, and it starts to get to you.
Don’t get me wrong, I am still very excited about getting my stories out to the masses, and I LOVE writing. It’s all the things associated with it that just makes me feel like I’m being punked by someone-like there is someone behind the scenes rolling these barrels at me just to see if I can keep my feet.
And sometimes I swear I hear laughter from a bunch of tiny, maniacal, drunken faeries.