I started writing Eleven back in Tucson. Then got interrupted by travels and transitioning to the new house-sitting job. Being disconnected from my screenplay caused me to procrastinate about getting back to it.
Fear of not being able to reconnect.
Finally, I forced myself to do it the day after my birthday.
It wasn't long before the situation was completely reversed. No more procrastination! Now it's writing binges—usually on the weekend, but sometimes on days when I should be working.
Take today for example. As usual, I woke up grumpy. I don't enjoy jumping straight into the day. I love to drink coffee and practice some form of creativity until my mood shifts. Today I thought "I'll just work on Eleven to get me going." But then I couldn't tear myself away from it.
I was still in my pajamas when others would have finished their lunch. I didn't eat breakfast till 1:30. By then I was so famished I could barely stand to wait while I cooked the food.
The joy of a writing binge is unparalleled. Losing track of time. The flow of ideas. The happiness of expanding on scenes that were more like sketches to begin with. The pleasure of making inter-story connections. I'm so immersed I can sense where additions need to be made to help pay-offs later in the story.
When I have to stop—because it's nearly midnight or it's a work day and I need to get on with it—I love the feeling that the binge could continue because I have so many more scenes planned.
I love my story. I love my characters. I love being in this magical world I've created.
It's going to be tough tomorrow to bypass my script and go to my to-do list instead.