This is something I have always tried to decipher since I began this writing journey. Writing is hard. I won't sugar coat it. I truly love creating characters and sticking them in sticky situations, then sitting back to see what happens. I love creating the world they live in. But sometimes I begin to wonder if this journey is something I'm cursed with. The reason I think this is because it drives me crazy if I don't write. Without that solitude of just me and characters like the killer robot clown Chainsaw Freckles who stars in my book Ozarium, I'd go nuts. My Muse would needle me until I couldn't take it anymore and give in to reason, which I recently done after a long break from writing. And keeping the literary gremlins occupied helps, too.