It's like being able to make your own rules...
You can create a world, or stay in this one. You can change centuries, or change milleniums. You can write about a modern couple, or you can write about a couple of were-panthers. You can create a future world, or keep it local. You can become anything you want to be...a shape shifter...a cyborg...an angel...a demon...a human that was changed with animal DNA by a bunch of creeps working for Mercile Industries. Anything is possible.
You can be a vampire...a werewolf...a dragon shifter. You can have super powers or be a geek. Being an author gives you all of the choices in the world. It is a magical thing, being an author...but sometimes the magic just won't work. Damn muse.
I have talented friends who write a book a month. Or even two. I envy them their "stick-to-it-tiveness", as my sainted mommy used to call it. Currently, I have a dozen wips cooking. But I sort of burn out on one, so I switch to the next, which refreshes me a bit.
Last night I woke up from a scary dream, and thought, "Wow! That would make a fabulous story!" So I got out of bed and turned on the computer, and got the first chapter down. I will work on it by bits and pieces between my other "hey, wake up and start me" wips.
Does that happen to you? You get a wild burr under your saddle and you just have to get it on the computer, or on a scrap of paper? Do you drive your significant other nuts by phasing out in the middle of a discussion at dinner, and scramble to write something on a napkin?
I think we have all been there...done that. Now all I have to do is keep at it until one or more is finished. Then self edit until I drive myself batty and do a total rewrite. Then...you get the picture?
*Sigh*...I really need to get crackin'. So it's back to the computer...