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Sunday, 6 February 2011

In the Zone

I certainly don’t intend to use this blog to write about British politics, but honestly, is it just me? Or are you getting fed up with the constant bombardment day after day? What Cameron and Clegg are doing, or not doing - depending on your thinking. Its not that I don’t care, I do, I really do care what is happening around me. I used to care a whole lot more.

However, it does now seem that every time I open a paper, switch on the radio, or the TV, (although the latter is a rare occurrence nowadays) that these people are dominating everything we do.

Mostly, I write speculative fiction, horror, urban fantasy, science fiction with a little bit of crime thrown in, and sometimes a little erotica or romance. Not all in the same story, although that might make for an interesting plot!

I feel blessed being a writer I can escape by turning to the pen, or the keyboard. Take myself off somewhere as far from, or as near to, reality as I wish. I’m talking about getting into the “zone” that place deep inside every writers mind.

It’s a buzz, and some of you will know what I’m talking about here. We might start out the first few minutes, or so writing utter rubbish, but then without even realising it we’re there, at that place where something takes over. The words start flowing, written on the page or tapped out on keyboard; it doesn’t matter whether they are on screen or page.

Characters have formed in our mind, grown heads and legs, we’ve given them names, and habits, details are being recorded, actions played out. Things are happening. And while all this is going on – nothing else matters, or exists.

We forget about cleaning, cooking, gardening, and even Cameron and Clegg, and their latest pantomime scene can’t get at us, while we’re in the zone.

Let me know if you agree?