This morning I was up at five a.m. and could only think of the back story to the fictional piece I’m writing. What’s going on with this character while they are ‘off stage’, and is there any part of it that I should make sure comes to light? I’ve got a few scenes and loads of background notes written from…I’ll just say, a while ago. Now, I’m scanning over them, making more notes and making sure all the threads come together to form the story I want.
All my old notes, now printed out, and organized are being re-written with new changes on paper. I have no idea why I have the need to write with pen and paper, but there you are. It’s all I can think on lately. What motivates this person, what scares that one, why would she do that? Etc.,.etc.,.etc.,. and for some odd reason, I want to, need to, see it on paper first. I noticed this morning that there are ink stains on my right hand, again. I’m loving this adventure and am wondering, when will it be time to start typing this into the computer? And when that happens will it feel as satisfying as writing it out is proving to be?
I also wonder, do other writers of fiction find themselves asking questions about their characters aloud? And when they do, if they do, do they feel like a rocket is propelling into them into this imaginary time and place? If that happens to others how do they stand the excitement? How do they sleep? Mine has been full of the story, and I wake feeling charged with ideas, but not exactly rested. This morning, everything tastes slightly odd, like the after taste of sugar substitutes. I’m stepping out of normal life to direct all attention and energy into words to make up a story. The writer in me can’t waste time letting me drink a cup of tea it would seem. She’s new to me, this one track minded thinker who would have me eschew sleeping, eating, chatting with friends, and writing this blog. I feel like there’s a clone of me, layered over the real me, who is behind the scenes, plotting, scrutinizing, writing, all the while the outer me is living my normal, daily life. I’m so excited, I have to go now, this story won’t wait. Ta