When things go bad, I tend to escape. I immerse myself in my own little make believe world and just write. I’ve always said that I write better when I’m sad/depressed and I guess that’s really true. My stories have mostly been escapist and honestly I don’t care. It’s what keeps me sane. It’s what keeps me from giving up. It’s what gives me hope.
It’s nice to play “God” in your own little world. It’s nice to create a world where you connect with people, even if they’re just characters you made up. It’s nice to weave these imaginary people’s lives. It’s nice to create some drama and problems and yet somehow know how things will work out.
I guess that’s why I like writing. I like being in control. I like knowing that things will get better and that everything will be fine. I like putting my characters in situations that I know would never happen to me. Funny how I benefit so much from my writing. As cynical and depressed as I may sound, I guess deep in my heart I still believe.
And that is why I love writing so much.