I disagree. For me, writing a book is more like having an entire box of Candy Cane Joe Joes in the freezer. I will not stop until I’ve eaten the entire box. I can’t stand the thought of them just sitting there, uneaten, waiting to be eaten. Just like, with a story, it’s always on my mind, and I can’t stop writing until I exorcise the damn thing from my head.
God help you all when I’m writing a book *and* have a box of those pernicious cookies in the freezer.
Steampunk Robin Hood will one day be brought to you by my destructive, obsessive nature and sandwich cookies with peppermint goo on the inside.