Moth City has taken a long time to arrive. Every line of dialogue has probably been changed 3 times over, every mustache angsted over. And that was after I knew for certain that it would exist, for real, on a screen. Most importantly, I had to get it out of my head and into yours.
People joke about painters or sculptors being a bit batshit, but as someone who draws as well as writes I can tell you, no one is as card-carrying-crazy as a writer. And I’m not talking awkward wallflower at party crazy, I’m talking about spending hours creating a horrible way to kill someone who only exists in their head.
Think about that, I spent about seven years creating people in my brain, giving them goals and ambitions. I’ve made them fall in love with each other, then torn them apart, then started all over again. I’ve done this when I could have been playing xbox. You might think that playing with these little pretend people in your head for that long shows tenacity, but it actually shows fear.
Because if you don’t eventually write that stuff down for someone else to read you’re basically a clinical case. I had to get to this point. There was no other choice; it would be insane to stop.
I don’t know if every writer would feel the same way about it. But don’t listen to them; they’re all nuts.