If I were an animal...

... I would be a turtle. Typically, my writing process is quick. To the point. Almost exhausting. There are times when an idea has to fester in my head until I reach that AHA!!! moment, like a mad scientist, but I'm a mad writer... mad to live, mad to write, and mad for everything in between. I quit drinking coffee and I also quit smoking cigarettes, and now I'm wondering if I've demolished my metabolism.

During times of quiet in my head, I like to read. When my fingers aren't flying over the keyboard (pounding... I hit the keys so hard), I'm reading. I flood my head with words. I've read ten books in the last month and I keep downloading more. Each day, I say a prayer, thanking god for my Kindle and then I read the Chinese Tao and learn that I'm not supposed to worship material possessions, but I can't help myself. I love my Kindle. I want to become a Kindle spokeswoman. It compliments my impatience. It makes me smile.

I read books that I typically turn my nose up to: The Lost Symbol (Dan Brown), Twilight (do I even need to add author names here?), and Dean Koontz something or other. I like Dan Brown. I admire his reseach. And I love the characters that Stephen King develops. And I was disappointed in Twilight. I was waiting for that tension between Bella and Edward to... I don't know... GO SOMEWHERE and then it ends with a friggin' kiss. I thought of downloading the second, but refused. $14.99 for an eBook is sinful. It's sinful and selfish (of the publisher).

I also read Jillian Michaels' Mastering your Metabolism. The book is about going organic, and now I'm terrified to eat. Soon, I'll be the starving artist, solely because organic food is so expensive... and little.