I’m an intense person. Sometimes I like being that way. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’m so intensely sad. Other times I’m intensely joyful.

Intensity of emotions also translates into an intense enthusiasm about ideas. If one takes hold, it consumes me until I consume it. That is, if I can keep my intensity in focus. Intensity is a fickle thing; it can leap straight to the next idea while I should be working on the current project.

I imagine my intensity being like the energy streams from the Ghostbusters’ proton packs. Those things pack a hell of a wallop, but they always had to wrestle with them to point them in the right direction.

It’s worth the struggle because when I have the reins on the intensity and can focus it on my writing, the words burn onto the page.