What I’ve only recently noticed that, when writing, I seem to be locked into an emotional linkage with the words.

I initially thought that this only happened when I was writing about something directly or indirectly connected with my own personal experiences as an inventor and design engineer, but recently, in book 3 in the Charles and Amanda series, provisionally titled “Shadows blue, silver and gold” I’ve been writing about things about which I have virtually no direct knowledge, such as coronary problems, and Shire horses, and Percherons, and I still, frequently, find myself in tears again.

I don’t think this lachrimosity affects the quality of the writing, such as it is, although it certainly slows things down.

Does anyone else have this problem?

John.