I’ve been becoming increasingly concerned about myself. There are some character traits that I cannot shake, no matter how hard I try or pray. For one thing, I am a complete night owl. If I didn’t know better, I’d be concerned that I was harbouring latent vampire genes. If real life didn’t demand that I put in an appearance while the sun was up, I could probably go for weeks productively busy between sundown and sunrise.
I’m also obsessive over details. I get caught up like a burr in woolen socks over whatever my mind hooks onto. If there are no current WIP’s to take centrestage, then my brain will look for something to chew on – a conversation, a look, a feeling. Analyze analyze analyze… process… allow the resultant emotion to take hold of me and dictate. This is not always a good thing and I’m working on it.
I’m also somewhat anti-social. It’s not that I don’t like people, I just like being by myself. School holidays are a real challenge as the days often start with a bed full of sprogs before you are actually ready to open your eyes and continues in a flurry of mom-demanding activities until way past the time you would like to be closing them. By the time peace and quiet arrives, you are way beyond tired to do anything by surrender to the soft cooing of the duvet.
I was chatting to God this morning, and He gently flicked a switch in my brain. It all became obvious – I’m not odd, weird or degenerate… well, maybe just a little… Truth is, all the stuff above are good ingredients for a life given to churning out words. To write an article, story … novel – one needs to be consumed with details, labour alone for long hours and the best time for this is when the world is asleep.
So I’m not bizarre, just built for a purpose.
That’s a really good thing to know!
Tell me what you are built for…