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Thursday, April 15, 2010

A story to tell...

Yesterday evening I had a brain storm.  It happened a week or so ago as well, only in a dream that I had awoken from and then began directing.  I should have gotten out of bed at that very moment and clicked down my random thoughts as it made a very good story.  But trusting my memory not to fail me, I finally rolled over and fell back asleep, losing that dream and idea more than likely forever.

This is not the first time this has happened.  So, yesterday evening when I had my 'brain storm' of an idea, I jotted down everything that was running through my mind.  It seemed like a really good idea and story line.  Once I had the just of it recorded I hopped on the LT and started typing away.  A little scene that was happening in my mind.

I was thinking to myself Is this it?  Is this how it happens?  Is this how someone pulls a story from their brain?  I paused, scrolled up and reread what I had written.  And, I  liked it.  But, then I had all these qualms and was full of intrepidation.  Should it be a child or an adult telling this story? Or, should the child grow up along with the story? What tense should it be coming from?  Should I try and outline where it is going or just simply keep the time line with where it started the middle and how it all comes together in the end?

I thought myself in circles and ended with, is this really something I am on to or am I just filling my mind and my ego full of cr@p?  I out thunk myself into full on intimidation. Not typically like ME, huh?

With that I went to bed and read on the Kindle until I fell asleep.  Though, it was hard to stay focused on any one story line so I clicked back and forth between three of the four books I currently have on there that haven't been read in entirety yet.

My thoughts crawled through my mind while I slept.  I had visions of thoughts [as some type of critter or being] crawling out of files from an open filing cabinet.  They'd cross paths as they'd re-file themselves into a file from a different drawer or a second filing cabinet.  I don't know what any of this means.  And, NO, I didn't take benadryl or otherwise medicate myself to sleep.

In fact, I've only been dreaming off and on for the past week or so.  Finally getting enough ZZZZZs in a long enough, uninterrupted time frame to make it to REM sleep, I guess.

Anyhow, this morning I woke and tended to my morning routine.  I was anxious to read over what I'd clicked out the night before but I withheld until I had time to really revisit my idea again.  I did like the concept of what I had down, but I didn't like they way I expressed it.  STILL?  It's a start.

So, this morning I've dedicated time to working on this 'story I have to tell' and to follow and see where it leads me.  My fingers are crossed.  Wouldn't it be so wonderful if I could finally hold a tiny little piece of creative writing in my mind/hands/computer?  So many people are telling their stories and putting them out there for others to read.  I don't expect to ever be a strong enough writer to pursue a career and support the family.  But, it would be nice to put a little work out their on the e-publishing scene with my name on it.

It'd be one of those things from childhood that I could finally check off my bucket list. ;-)



Anonymous said...

The only way to find out if you can do it is to TRY! So keep going. Besides, if you enjoy it, then don't stress about whether you're doing it "right." Every writer has her own style!


Melissa said...

Sometimes you just have to dive right in without thinking about how deep or cold the water is. ;-)

Can you believe it's been nearly a year since I started "The Seventh Tribe," and I'm revising it yet again! Just take it a word at a time and see where it goes. What happens might surprise you.

alice said...

Keep it up girl. I can't wait to read a whole book! Way to go!