I’m sorry, Lee.
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s not that we don’t work great together. It’s just that…I need to figure out who I am!
Okay, so that’s a bit dramatized.
Luckily for me, I don’t have semi-dependant, quasi-romantic relationships with the characters that I write. Also, lucky for me, I know that they won’t take offense if I feel it necessary to write some other characters from time to time.
I know that Captain Harden isn’t going to bitterly sneak off with another author. He’s a solid, loyal kinda guy anyways. (If you’re not sure who Captain Lee Harden is, you can find out more here!)
So, if that was dramatization, then what’s the truth? Why’d I take a break from such a productive and fruitful relationship?
Because if you love something, you have to let it go!
No, I’m kidding.
The truth is, I have a brain that REALLY loves to come up with stories. I’m constantly thinking about them. I’m constantly coming up with new ideas. They start like planets start—just a few random bits, some strange concepts and thoughts, like dust and matter that coalesces out of a fertile nebula. Those ideas crash into each other and become bigger ideas, and then they start sucking other ideas into them.
Me, I’m sitting in the center of this weird mental planetarium, all these ideas circling and growing constantly. All the time this is going on. And if I don’t pluck those planetary bodies like ripe fruit, if I don’t put them on paper when they grow big enough…well, then they’re going to start getting too big.
They’re going to create these massive gravity wells that pull everything else off course. Planets that didn’t need to crash into them will inevitably crash into them because of the force of their attraction. Eventually they get so big they collapse in on themselves, fission occurs, stars ignite, supernovas occur, and my brain becomes a black hole and swallows the universe.
You get the point.
Enough astronomical analogies for now.
At the end of the day, I have to put these things on paper. Maybe it’s a compulsion that can be controlled, by I don’t want to control it. I love it. It keeps me busy. It keeps me creating. Which is why I started writing in the first place.
Damn my philandering heart!
But don’t worry, I know where my home is.
I know that Lee Harden’s world is a very big planet with a lot left to explore (okay, just one more astronomical reference). And I fully intend to explore it. All of it.
I might take a break to tell a story about a grieving family man battling with himself in a post-apocalyptic Western world, or I might have to tell a tale about people fighting for freedom in a dystopian America, or any of the other ideas lined up right behind those.
But Lee has a lot left to do.
Because their work is never done, right?
But hey, Lee…
How about me and you get together again?
Say, sometime before the end of the year?
Awesome. See you then.