I opened my George.doc file this morning, for the first time in a long time. It didn’t have the feeling it had while I was working on it, but I’m sure that feeling will come back. The feeling of getting lost within your own prose is fantastic at times. I gotta have that feeling again.
In writing, there is such a thing as a beat or rhythm…just as in music. It’s not really there when you first start a story, but if you keep at writing and building the story on a daily basis, you will start to feel the rhythm or beat.
It takes me a couple of days…but once I get started, it’s like a drug, right? All these ideas start coming in, the story starts telling itself, and you don’t want to stop. You don’t want to lose one piece of precious information…so you try to get everything down, whether it ends up being edited out or not.
But sometimes, life happens (mainly, my bread and butter employment) and you do have to shut it down until the next day or so.
With my schedule (bread and butter), that next day turned into a year. I was working on a children’s story at the same time…so I finished it first.
George and the locals of his small hometown (I have done gone and forgot the fictional name…shame on me) have sat in limbo for too long. With several smaller storylines that will make this probably one of my biggest stories ever.
It will certainly be one of my most complex stories…I’ve never written something like this before. I have got alot of research to do, as I go along.
I hope when I knock on George’s old door tomorrow…he answers and forgives me.
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