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Hyper, Sure

This is a pic of most of the books I've written since I went freelance (I took it to show an old writer friend what I've been doing since I left traditional publishing.) There are also about a dozen novellas that I wrote as a freelancer that were published in e-book only format, so I have no print editions of them. I wrote all this in about five years.

I don't pay attention to any work once I've finished it, other than to stick one print copy in a book case in the event I need to reference something. I don't think about what I've written in the past much, either. As writers go I'm the Queen of Moving On. It was only when I decided to physically move all my freelance stuff to another place in the house that I felt a little startled. I wrote all that since Publishing booted me to the curb, really? Soon I'll have more freelance novels in print than what I published with NY under my own byline. I already have more published in audio format incognito.

Feels pretty good, actually. As I told my pal, success is the best revenge.:)

Given the state of my shelves, plus my blogging, and the hand-written journals I've been keeping since 1974, I might have some form of hypergraphia. The only time I'm truly happy is when I'm writing, which is one of the major signs. I'd rather write than do most other things, also a flag. Consistent, voluminous writing output is likewise a box I definitely check. The so-called disorder has been linked to temporal lobe epilepsy, bipolar disorder and some other fun conditions, none of which apply to me (that I'm aware of, anyway.)

I find it amusing that prolific writing is considered a disorder, but not surprised. When you're so different from the majority of your peers you won't find much in the way of acceptance or even tolerance. Most writers I've known seem to struggle with and/or constantly avoid writing. The way they describe it sounds like self-torture.

It's never been that for me. When I started writing it was like a secret little fountain inside me that only I knew about -- a lovely place to escape to and build stories with the sparkling flow of words that came from who knows. Over time it grew into this amazing cascade of countless waterfalls that never run dry. The only change was that being published allowed me to invite people to come and see what I created. I do the same thing now; they just aren't aware that I'm the source of the waterfalls. :)

Of all the problems I have -- herniated neck discs, diabetes, arthritic joint deterioration and just plain old age pains -- I will not complain about the one that has made me a prolific writer. I think we should rename it, though -- maybe call it Storyflowing?

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