Sounds rather pretentious for a spotlight essay title, doesn’t it? It’s also the title of a Queen song. One I like a rather lot. So why start an essay about me with that particular phrase? Well, I have around five hundred words to talk about myself.
Those who know me know I love to talk. Heck, I’ve been known to wander the store trying to remember what the heck I had on my shopping list and talking to myself. No, I’m not one of those people, but it seems like when I do happen to be talking to myself about oh...whether or not I have a full bottle of cleaner in the cupboard versus whether I need another one, I’m not the only one talking.
I’m notorious for stopping, trying to figure out what it is in the store I want and then apologizing to the person who may or may not think I’m taking to him/her. I’ve apologized to inanimate objects, too.
So, now that I’ve rambled, what does that have to do with the Queen song and my writing? It’s like this. Once I get on a tangent, like starting a story, it’s hard to not deviate. I want like heck to work on the story and to not be interrupted. Hence the Don’t Stop Me Now. I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball...writing the story. You see, the characters start talking and they don’t want to stop until I’ve told their tale. If I had my way, sure, I’d be sitting and writing and getting the story out.
The characters don’t stop talking just because the world keeps turning. They’re just as pushy, crabby, and demanding as kids. They want what they want and they want it right now. So yeah, I’d love to be rolling along like a racing car knocking the story out a thousand words at a time. If I could.
Ah, but that’s the downfall. As much as I don’t want to stop, I have to. Life impedes. Animals need to go out, go for walks. Totlets need to play and be played with. Husbands need research time. Oh, and there’s the fun things that aren’t fun—laundry, vacuuming grocery shopping, playing chauffeur... It never ends.
So I’m going to close this essay and go back to writing until I have to go back to the day job. Don’t stop me now....!