Addictions are funny. They can be disastrous, frightening, or down right weird. I think mine fall somewhere between quirky and strange. Borderline geek, that's me. I'm always interested in what others are addicted to. I'm not talking about Prozac or Jack and Coke here. I'm talking those little (or not so little things) that consume you.
Anyone who knows me (or who has ever been to our loft), knows I love books. I'm addicted to them. They follow me home from book stores, yard sales, thrift stores, my mom's house. If there's a book in need of a home, I'm sure I'll find a way to adopt it. I call them my children. They are many. At last count, I think I numbered upwards of 800.
Paper is another love of mine. Especially handmade paper. Old paper, found in old books (antique book store is a double dose of goodness). I love the way it feels, the way it smells, the sound of a pen etching it's clear face with pimples of words and sketches. They laugh at me at work because I take all my notes via notepad, still use sticky notes, and think the iPad is an overgrown iPod touch. I work for an I.T. company. Hence the laughing. At least when the power goes out, I still have something to occupy my time.
The ocean would definitely be one of my addictions. Salt water, salt air, the freedom that the seaside inspires. The goal, dear friends, is the live within walking distance of the sea. That is a work in progress, but my eye is on the prize.
Last but not least, Star Wars. Old school. Episodes 4, 5 & 6. TOTAL Star Wars geek here. I've been watching them for the past few weeks. I'll just pop them in and let 'em go. I don't have to sit and watch them (I know them by heart). I just like to have something going while I work around the house and the comfort of my childhood is piped out of the speakers through those films.
Our addictions define us, shape us. In the instance of things we love (collect, hoard, seek out), this can be a good thing. It can also help us in discovering our writing voice. The things we love are our roots. They ground us. You hear it said (too often) to write what you know. Why not take the things you're passionate about and see what fictional fodder can be found. Judging by what I've listed, I could write a science fiction tale of a book loving writer who lives by the sea. Or under it, Captain Nemo style. Or on another planet. Hmmm, there's a story even in my addictions it seems.
What are you addicted too? Have you ever written a story based on your addictions? What about a character with similar passions?