I was talking to a friend the other day about how tired (okay, exhausted really) I was feeling and how stressed I was after I finished drafting my last book, and she said that I was crazy the way I forced myself to finish it. Her words reminded me of one of Orwell’s quotes (“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand”). How true this master of the craft was!

And yet, the satisfaction I got after typing The End (which once again I forgot to write immediately after I finished. I realised I finished another book a day later) was beyond anything I had experienced up to that moment. And no, I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Still, it made me think of how non writers view me and probably others like me, when I explain to people what the process is, what it entails, what it takes, how long it takes, the amount of commitment. Crazy, is probably the right way to describe me. So, here’s an article (leaning on the funny side of things) of other reasons a non writer might consider us crazy.