Please Help Me – I’m Hooked!
I’m not only a writer…I’m a bookaholic. Is there a twelve step program for that? When I’m almost finished with one book, I absolutely must have another on standby to avoid the horrors of withdrawal. The symptoms are unmistakable. Sweaty palms. Body twitches. Emotional outbursts. I become desperate. Anything will do. Cereal boxes. Shampoo directions. (wet hair, apply shampoo, lather, rinse, repeat).
I know this sounds like a cop-out, but I can’t help it. It’s in my DNA. I come from a family of bookaholics. The only sound in our home was that of pages turning. When we needed our fix, we piled into the car and slipped into the local library. I was bad from the start. At ten years of age, I sneaked into the adult section when the librarian wasn’t looking. From that point on, it was all downhill. Nobody’s private stash was safe. Before my father got home from work, I devoured his latest John D. McDonald mystery. After my mother drifted off to sleep, it was Katherine Woodiwiss’s romance, The Flame and the Flower. Oh, I was hooked alright.
It was inevitable that I’d get busted. When it finally happened, I was forced to read children’s books which really ticked me off. Nothing juicy. No words to sound out. Just a bunch of prissy girls dressed in pinafores whose very presence made the world a better place. Yeah, right. I wanted something more. I needed something more so I started making up my own stories.
Many years went by before I got the chance to write my books. By then, the word was out. Kids today don’t read. My two word response is: Harry and Potter. And, yes, I’m still hooked on reading but the upside is, I’m hooked on writing too!
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