I have a confession to make: I am . . . with child. *gasp from the audience*
I am also a writer. *collective groan from the audience*
These two things have created a magical place in which I am the BEST WRITER IN THE UNIVERSE.
Hormones, man, hormones. They are like emotion syringes, injecting tears here, a bit of rage there. All of the emotions that can be felt, are, and not just felt, but felt to the extreme. Hormones are little American Ninja Warriors.
Hormones+Writing=A False Sense of Security (or 3.14, but who’s really doing the math on this one?)
When I read a scene that is emotional in any way, my body punches me in the gut and makes me feel it to the depths of my hormone-encrusted soul. I truly believe I am the best writer out there. I have to constantly get perspective. It’s tough.
It’s like when I first started writing, I was all, “Golly, looky what I did! Aint it the best? And on the first try, too!”
So, some advice, if you are pregnant and writing . . . aw who am I kidding? I don’t know what to do in this situation. Just breath I guess, so you don’t die and stuff. And congrats!