A story has taken interest in me and won't let me go. I put the first few paragraphs down and know nothing beyond what is written. I hope it's a short story because I'm impatient and also because I'm somewhat uncomfortable with the subject matter. If it's supposed to be a novel then it's going to take a very long time to complete, seeing as how those few paragraphs took me several hours to write. It's interesting though--I always thought those authors that claimed to be surprised and upset when one of their characters died were playing with people. I can see now that a story can have a life of it's own and take you by surprise. I have no idea who I'm writing about or what's going to happen to them. None. It's a strange sensation to have them--images of them--in my mind but not be able to see the conclusion of their story. Makes one wonder.....
All I can do it show up for the work. That's hard with four young children at home all day every day. I'm trying to clean and get errands done, feed them, help them educate themselves and work on my paintings. Not to mention spend some quality time with my husband in the evenings. Yet, there it is---the call to put this to paper. I don't know why. Even if I did, that wouldn't answer the question of how to go about accomplishing this. When you already feel that you have one too many things on your plate (or five!) how do you make room for another project, one that feels impossible to accomplish? Clearly, I need to stop thinking and start writing! That's all that can be done: pen to paper, fingers to keyboard until it's done or the desire to do it passes.
Every once in a while though, I'd love for the Muses to make things easy for me....
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