When the Story Just Flows
Some books seem to take forever to write. Months of prep, months of getting to know each character, of figuring out or discovering what comes next. They become the most intimate relationship in your life. And then there are those books that seem to simply come to life, fully written in your mind. Your fingers can barely keep up on the keyboard as you watch the story unfold. As if you are simply transcribing something that has already been written before. Each character is a fully developed, living and breathing entity and you rush to capture their every word. The writing of these books is simply magic, almost effortless on your part.
I say ‘almost’ because there is still work. Countless hours in front of the keyboard in just a short span of days versus the usual months of hunt and peck I usually do. More, your mind becomes filled with this one story, there is no room for anything else. You think of it when you’re walking your dog, when you’re in the shower, when you’re having lunch. You think of it at work, while grocery shopping and even when you’re sound asleep. You walk around with random conversations in your head with people who only exist in that magical realm of your imagination. You fix plot holes while making dinner, all the while reveling on this high of pure creation.
This my friends is not what writing is normally like. Normally it’s sitting in front of the computer screen and trying to string words together that stopped sounding right within seconds of opening the document. It’s chaining yourself to the desk day to day to day. It’s WORK. Work I absolutely love. And then, THEN there are these books that just flow and make all those hours of pounding your head against the wall that stands between you and inspiration worth it. Like I said before, this doesn’t happen often. I’ve been writing and for 33 years and it’s only happened 3 other times. It’s happening again and I’m loving every minute of it.
This book is just flowing, fast and pure and GOOD. I’m happy with almost every sentence I’ve written. Everything seems to make sense. It almost doesn’t feel like I’m doing this, but I am. It’s a magic book and I’m having a blast.
Well, until next time,
L