She who runs with wolves:

We were all an untamed being.  The women in our family have a sense of never ending enchantment of ones who live by the beat of their own drum. That drum beat hard through our veins in an undeniable lustful thrum. It’s hard to live with this wild streak with its tendencies to push us toward the fringes of isolation that create an environment to grow even more exotic habits.  We were women who thrived in darkness and lived to fight another day. Like cats, we fell on our feet and are quick to run. We run with the wolves because they are strong like us, misunderstood like us and everlastingly loyal. We run with them not because we are like them but because we want to be them.

I have long forced tameness into my life. I tried the straightest route. Get married and be the perfect wife. Go to school and get a career. Be successful.  That was the key wasn’t it? I wanted to take myself away from the safety of the wolves and turn to the staunch, white collar life of the straights. I could do it right? If I just did what I was told, I could make it and have a normal life. But the more I tried to sleep a full eight hours and color within the lines, the drumming in my heart got louder.  In the dark of the night, the drums sounded louder. It forced me awake at 3 am, every night for the last 10 years.  No matter where I am in the world, 3 am will grow to haunt me. I feel the pull of the drum and at 3 am instead of exorcising the demons of the drum, I cope with writing.

It’s my pack of cigarettes. While married I would stare at the ceiling thinking. I thought about running in the woods. All I could think about was running through those blessed woods, bare footed and jumping over obstacles while rushing my way through the sweet freedom of a moonlit night. There were no walls, no constrictions, just me and the moonlight. 

I recently published my novel (Reciprocity By E.C. Hinrichs, Now available on Amazon.com). A link will be provided below.  All I want to do is run with my wolves; exorcise my demons in the most unconventional of ways. To put it simply, to celebrate I want to drink, smoke, do unspeakable deeds for hours at a time and then when exhausted I want to strap a lap top to my person and then pass out from exhaustion. Keeping my demons well sated is a part of my process. If my wolves aren’t happy, I can’t write. Thus, I am currently searching for a way for me to exorcise those wolves in a tasteful and yet tactful sense while silencing their enthralling lull.

How do I accomplish this?

http://www.amazon.com/Reciprocity-Trinity-Smith-E-Hinrichs/dp/1484875532/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1368582703&sr=1-7&keywords=reciprocity