I’ve been getting closer and closer to getting it right, this thing I’m trying to write. Each draft, each NaNoWriMo session and the times I work on my own, I seem to discover a bit more of the puzzle. And a puzzle is just what it’s been. But when I started over a few days ago, I knew I was closer than ever before to really discovering the story.
And Monday it happened. I found it. Eureka, I yelled! (And I hope I yelled it in my mind and not out loud because I was sitting in a coffee shop at the time.) After typing so fast my fingers were burning and the keyboard was smoking (“Hey, babe, was it good for you?” Not that kind of smoking!), I stopped and stared at the screen. Yes, the words were there, the idea was there, I hadn’t imagined it.
Well, I had imagined it, that’s what writers do, but, I mean, I had actually typed up an idea for the story that could actually work. That had potential. That had enough potential to fill more than one book. Stand-alone books, mind you, though with an over-arching big picture story arc within which the stand-alone books would be the sub-arcs. That was what I wanted to do all along but I wasn’t finding the right stuff to make it work.
Until Monday at the coffee shop. Well, really, I found part of the idea during the drive to the coffee shop. I have to drive down this long two-lane twisting narrow road through beautiful countryside with pastures on both sides of the road, horses galore (I love horses!). And I often have good insights while enjoying the sights on that road. So I use the voice memo thingy on my phone to capture those insights so I won’t lose them and then I type them up during the writing session while I drink my favorite coffee. And that’s what happened on Monday. I got this marvelous idea and recorded it and then I could hardly wait to type it up a few minutes later at the shop.
Nope, I can’t say any more about it now. Not until I’m closer to the publishing stage. Got a way to go before I get there. And words to type before I sleep. And words to type before I sleep.