The Undiscovered Country

A Confession

This is probably the most difficult entry I will ever write. It's a confession of the highest order, and the most sordid. So much so, I must post it here so no one in my family can see it.

I am having an affair. No matter where I am or who else I'm with, I can't stop thinking about it. My work is suffering, and even my husband has noticed I'm not "all there."

But I can't stop. Every fiber of my being, heart and soul, aches to return to my lover. No amount of persuasion can alter the course I'm on.

Or should I say lovers. Yes, multiple. All 26 of them. I know what you're thinking. 26?! Who on earth has the time, let alone find 26 to fall in love with?

Many writers, however, understand. A-Z, those tiny, seemingly insignificant letters that by themselves accomplish little. But together, they dance to create poetry and build entire worlds. They inspire millions to go to war, and at the same time create peace within a single soul.

Since I removed myself from Facebook, I have spent that time reading. While reading, I have once again fallen in love with the written word. The unfinished novels, so quiet for so long, are now crying out to be finished. How can I not listen and obey my rediscovered love?

It's so consuming, I decided to finish two novels at once, one a fantasy and the other a science fiction sequel. Since I dove into this new affair, I have written close to 5000 words in the last two days, not including blog entries.

Since my husband has been through this before, I know he understands and will allow my new affair.

As long as I clean the kitchen once in a while.