Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
My name is Stacey Purcell and I’ve recently joined the talented group of writers here at Muse Tracks. Since I’m introducing myself to you all and we’ll be spending some time together over the next few months, I thought it only fair to warn you that I’m just a bit crazy. Certifiably nuts, in fact. It’s even written in one of my favorite quotes about writing- see above. Fortunately for me, I’m in good company because every writer I meet is a little to the left of center.
We are crazy on many different levels. We live with people who only exist in our minds. During the writing of a book they are, most likely, our BFFs. How do we repay these mythical creatures? We change their color of hair, their eyes, and even their weight based on how we feel or how many hours straight we’ve been sitting at a computer. Some loyalty! I’ve been working on my first novel for two years and I’ve done something worse. Even though I created my heroine, by chapter nineteen I forgot what her eye and hair color were- that wouldn’t be so bad if kept it to myself.
But, I don’t. So not only do we live with morphing people running around in our heads, we then have the audacity to show them to normal humans. We proudly strut them out to critique partners/groups, friends, and family. What are we thinking? Obviously we’re not, because we then spread our form of insanity to a wider span of folks. A perfect group of strangers called agents and editors is our next stop on the schizophrenia train.
At this point, we are chugging down the tracks at full speed. We practice our speeches, give them technical terms like pitches, character arc, theme and motifs and spew our brand of insanity all over these unsuspecting strangers. What do they do? They are polite and well mannered. They say thanks, but no thanks. What do we do? Go home, turn on our computer and sink into the next set of imaginary creatures floating around behind our civilized facade. So goes the life of a writer. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now that you know my foibles up front, I’ll tell you about the rest of me. I write romantic thrillers that take place in foreign countries. My first is set predominantly in the rain forest of Malaysia and the second unfolds in a tropical paradise called Costa Rica.
I was fortunate enough to be able to live abroad until my mother dropped me off at university in New Orleans. Venezuela, Norway, Malaysia and Singapore are the countries of my childhood, but Malaysia will always be the home of my heart. I spent eighteen years in South East Asia and I’d be on the next airplane out if my husband and I could figure out how to pay the bills over there. Instead, I am here chatting with you. And that makes my spirit smile.