You know, this is not how it starts.
It ‘s supposed to start with a sudden breath of inspiration followed by frenzied writing that takes over you and inhabits your hands until three in the morning when you collapse on your bed surrounded by creation.
Then you wake up the following day, tired but sated, and reality rushes in and reminds you that you actually live in in this world; not the one you created. You know, the one where bills are due.
But I’m stuck. Like really, deer in headlights stuck.
And I know where it’s from too.
It comes from so many stories that I don’t know where to start. There are so many ideas whispering in my head that I can’t scream over the crashing waves in order to hear myself think.
Even then, only half of them are in my head – the other half are unfinished in a file somewhere. Some have worlds, but no characters. Some have complicated rules, but no world to live in. Every once in a while I’ll find a character profile I wrote in a feverish dream. They’re all good – or at least good to me, but still I find myself… stuck.
I know I should just plow through and blow up the brick wall that’s staring me in the face. My problem however, is what’s on the other side? After the explosion, where am I headed?
Is it the world that’s been near and dear to my heart since I was 14? Or is it somewhere new? And what’s going to happen to me while I go on that journey? Do I want to go that way? Will it affect this reality somehow?
So that’s my goal for this week. To whomever’s critiquing, I need to find a story to write. And not just a synopsis of something old. I need a bit of inspiration wrapped up in a little box and delivered to my door.
The frenzy that follows I don’t have a problem with.