Lisbeth Salander

I read so many books this summer, but when I think back to make a list, the only ones I can remember are the Steig Larson (Dragon Tattoo series) books. Why is that? Could it be that they held me captive in my chair, my bed, my car, the deli line (!) for the better part of two weeks? One time the clock said 2 a.m. and I was like a junkie trying to hold out for one more hit. I relinquished my book, but woke at 5 a.m. a mere three hours later to go in for another dose.

I think I maintained a level of sanity over those two weeks, but I cannot recall for sure. I do remember looking up at my family at one point who were all staring at me, hoping they could jog my memory of them. Nope. I simply went back to my ether, my friends, Lisbeth and Mikael.

Sometimes when I write I go to that happy ether-like place and not much can snap me out of it. When my characters begin to say and do things that my brain is not aware of, I will realize it only later when I read back a passage and think, “I didn’t know that was going to happen.”

I should probably read up on the brain and the possible similarities between the drugged state of mind and the fully engaged state of mind. Maybe I’m saving myself a lot of money and anguish with this writing gig.

Who knew?

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2 Responses to Addictions

  1. Deborah says:

    wow, I can totally relate…sometimes, I think I actually step inside the pages of a book, I get so involved…I think it must be twice as powerful for the writer, not only do you get to create your very own world, you get to control what happens there…
    keep writing Sally, the drugs aren’t as much fun

  2. JoAnn says:

    A healthy addiction is an oxymoron – you need to give up this author Sally and move to the world of mediocrity…

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