31 Days of Being a Writer

Day Two

 

“Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in

which I lived for days.” ― Richard Wright

 

FICTION – fic-tion / noun

1. a : something invented by the imagination or feigned;specifically : an invented story

 

I’ve been writing fiction for at least ten years. I’m obsessed with fiction. I’m completely enamored with it. We have a relationship that never wavers, even when we haven’t been together in days, weeks, months, or years. I trust that when I need fiction, it will be there… patiently waiting for my return. I know that the fictional characters and stories that I’ve fallen in love with will never change. They are constant. They are one of the few constants in my life. Literature is forever. Eternal. 

Sometimes reality becomes too much and I need an escape. I need my fiction. Even if it’s been months since we last… engaged. Fiction will be there for me. Waiting for me to click open my iBooks and scan my favorite bookmarked scenes. It will bring me out of foul moods and put me in a deliriously happy mindset.

Good fiction- no, great fiction is a drug. It holds narcotic effects. Absurdly delicious narcotic effects. Aside from some OTC pain killers I’ve never taken any drugs. No mood altering drugs, especially… I’ll never need them. I have the JK Rowlings, Stephen Kings, and S.C. Stephens of the world to alter my moods. 

I know I’m not alone in my love obsession. Tell me, who is your drug?

 

***This post is part of a 31 Day Writing Challenge hosted by The Nester.