I’m trying to fall in love with writing again.
Because, lately I’ve been much more out than in. I’m pretty sure this is due to the many rejections that I’ve had and some long years of being THIS close, then SO far, then THIS close again (note to self: printing out a boatload of rejections in one day doesn’t help one’s mood and takes all your printer ink) (also note to self: what you already know- that this is part of the writer’s life. sidebar: knowing this does not make the pain any less).
But the other night I dreamt of characters that I had put aside a long time ago. They were talking to me again. Living and breathing and moving about in my mind. Wheels were turning. This made me happy and at the same time quite nervous. Part of me wanted to tell them to just go away. What good would them bugging me do? Then a new idea came to me * poof* of another really good story. With twists and turns, love and romance. I could see it so clearly that I was smiling and laughing at the fun of it all and then once again with a wave of my hand I was wishing it away.
But they won’t go away. They are still there. Forcing me to sketch out ideas and pushing me to do the painful work of coming up with some sort of plot. And then the more painful work of stringing together some sort of WORDS. Oh well, this is life. My life and mind and I just have to go with it. I will write because the stories want out and I want to get them out or I’ll never get any rest.
So the files will be made. Where they go from there… I just don’t know.