I was telling Ramona about my characters (if you think I can think about anything besides my book when I'm writing this much a day, you are sorely mistaken).
I was speaking and I didn't think she was getting the point so I said, "They're real people, you know."
She replies, "I know."
I squeeze her knee, "Awe, I love you."
"Yeah, I don't even think your crazy for that." (Hearing voices in my head.) "Your crazy for other things."
Best friend status? Reaffirmed.
Writers need people who accept our psychotic tendencies. I am lucky enough to have an amazing family who support me in this crazy endeavor - going so far as to offer themselves as the crash test dummies for my novel. I have friends who care - both offline and on. And I have you, the people who stop by and read my drivel.
So when your slaving over your novel, when you feel like dying cause the pressure is too much turn to your support system. They won't let you down and they may surprise you by cheering you in the most unexpected ways. (I mean, who enjoys being called crazy?)
Who do you turn to?