I’ve written two short stories in two days. The best thing about that is that I’m really happy with what I’m producing. I have entered some kind of flow – some sort of creative groove that extends past the story itself. It’s there, sitting inside me all day long. Ideas come – so many of them I don’t even bother writing them down or trying to keep mental track of them.
This is the place in my writing – this place where I am right now – that I have been aspiring to forever.
The process is rather delightful. As soon as I’ve finished writing a story, my mind begins to go through files of ideas – lights on one or two, begins to develop them – and then settles on the next one.
At that point I sort of let it go. Then I sit in front of my computer and as I’m scrolling through Facebook or news sites, whole sentences pop up – beginnings, endings – and suddenly it’s complete in my head. Then I get madly excited to write it down. And I start – my fingers fly on the keyboard. (you don’t want to know about the massive amount of typos!).
And then it’s done – four or five or however many pages later, I have a story. And the completion feels good but almost immediately, there’s new excitement about what comes next because, at that point, I don’t know what the next one will be.
I get surprised by the topics I pick. And I like that.
So – today has been and continues to be immensely peaceful and fine. A morning walk with the dogs, a truly amazing sale at the local VPO, writing, and now baking bread.
I am beginning to think about what to do with my stories.
I am not going to let them sit idle in a file on my computer. I believe in them.
Oh yes – more excitement – hiking tomorrow. A new trail to explore! Yay!