Do you (or other people) ever worry that you are wasting all of your time (4-5 years so far) focusing on something that may never end? Or, if it does, may never be of any merit? This consumes every waking and sleeping hour of my life. Even when I’m at work I’m thinking up and evaluating plotlines in my head. It’s all I can think about and part of me thinks I will never find that perfect story that clicks… and yet whenever I’ve tried to stop and focus on something else (my career or lack of love life, etc), within days I’m back to the pen and notepad!
Am I going crazy or is this a normal part of the writing process? I worry that I’ll never concentrate on a job or that I’ll end up as a manic old at lady!
