So, there’s a story i’ve been writing for almost 2 years now.
I write stories,here and there. Little ones and big ones that I never finish but invent in my head till there’s almost no breathing room. This one, I started it the fall of 2013, before I even made this blog, creating a very loose first draft kind of thing, fleshing out some characters and plot lines and writing a couple of pages here and there. After a couple of months though, I put it aside for other things (photography, travel,art journaling, work) and it wasn’t until a couple of months into 2014 that I came back to it, jolted alive into it by a roadtrip I took down North California’s coast. Inspiration and motivation come in weird ways, at odd times, and I remember standing in the morning sunlight on a beach in Fort Bragg, watching the waves break and it just, it became clear that it was something I should go back to, dig in to.
Cue the montage of ideas rushing through the brain and many (many) cups of coffee while I scribbled like a maniac on dozens of notecards and compiled new plot points, new storylines, a whole new territory built on the wreckage of the last. It was a mess, tortuous at times even, but man, overall? It was crazy fun to exercise my brain like, give my imagination full reign to run free and construct, tear down, bring back up, to spill forth like unending waves.
And gods, I wish I could say since then i’ve been writing constantly, words filling up blank word doc.s like they were an easy gift, that i’m writing this post ’cause i’ve finally finished it and hooray for all.Truth is though, I put the story together, gathered up all my original characters and bundled them neatly into bunches, wrote out a complete chapter by chapter breakdown of the story, and then… I quit again. Or I should say, I didn’t quit so much as I just abandoned the project to run around in other areas of interest. Again. Sprechen sie deutsch? Tal vez mejor la musica en español? Anyways…
So, why am I writing this post? Hard to say really, except i’m finally halfway through the book, for reals this time, and while it’s been hard to put aside my other interests and hobbies in the name of banging this thing out, it’s also been pretty…neat, I guess you could say, to focus all my thoughts in one direction, like a laser beam made up of too much coffee and not enough showers. I’ve been isolated a good bit from friends and family for the last month, half out of not wanting to sit down and explain what exactly it is that i’m doing, what i’m writing, and the other half just because i’ve been too caught up in the bloodflood of words to do more than half wave at people from a distance while researching things like aconite and The Red Queen hypothesis. I doubt i’m sociable company right now anyways, a jittery M is not a very fun M.
But i’m gettin’ there, i’m gettin’ there.
Not drowning in my coffee just yet,