By Envy Augustine, author of Love’s Prey
The world is ending.
You might not see it, but it is.
Cities collapse, empires fall, we become more than we are. All of that’s happening in my head. Everyday.
Life, for most of us, is a triathlon of the mundane. We wake up, go to work, come home, do chores, go to bed, and do it all again the next day—unless it’s Saturday in which case, PAR-TAY! Or, in my case, snooze and write while not snoozing—We may have flashes of excitement and intrigue, one or two grand adventures, but day to day? It’s routine. It’s getting through the slog. A writer’s life is no different. On the outside we’re toiling at our nine to fives or scribbling on paper or banging away at a keyboard. From the outside what we do is so. Effing. Boring. Probably more boring than your average non-writer. However, our noggins are bizarre and beautiful terrain. Our drama is hidden deep within. We may look like we’re staring at a monitor or scanning paperwork for our boss, but grand epics are playing out behind our eyes.
Last week, a popstar in a future dystopia was stalked by a murderous fan. A sentient spaceship crashed in a young woman’s backyard and hijacked her brain. A dancer at a high class club on a space station got her shot at galactic superstardom. Earth was invaded by a hostile alien army. We didn’t win.
We can’t share these stories with you.
Not in real time.
If we tried explaining the narrative wouldn’t make sense. You’d be subjected to bouts of word regurgitate and excuses. “No, no, really. It’s much more awesome than I’m making it sound because the popstar has a bodyguard and he’s SUPERHOT and he’s an ex future-mafia guy and he’s stalking the stalker and they get it on. The popstar and the bodyguard, not the stalker.” So, we write everything down. At the end of all that dreaming, plotting, revising, we have a book and, finally, you can see what the hell is going on with that quiet woman or man in the back cubicle. By the way, we may be quiet, but on the inside we’re doing the triple lindy because we just now had the BEST IDEA EVER! Those little cheers you hear on your side of the fuzzy cube wall aren’t because we finished that data entry project ahead of schedule.
Think about the most spectacular book you ever read. Remember the excitement, the I CAN’T STOP READING BECAUSE, OMG! All that wonderfulness you got out of that amaze-balls book? That’s what a writer feels everyday. That’s why we do what we do. That’s how we get through the day jobs and the endless revisions and the publishing process. We’re having the time of our lives all the time.
You just can’t see it.
Have you ever read a book and thought to yourself, “Where the heck did the author come up with this idea??” What book was it? Share in the comments!