I started writing last night. Or rather, the book inside started writing itself. I had finally seen enough of the book play out as a movie in my head that I needed to capture it somehow.
I posted a rough sketch of the beginning of the book here yesterday (last night) and this morning on the way in to work, I came up with the ending. I furiously typed out the 4 or 5 paragraph conclusion to the story.
Now all that's left is to come up with the bits in between. I like the story. I like the way it pans out in my brain as I'm watching the movie in my head.
See, I don't actually 'create' a story. Any story or fictional thing I write starts as a movie in my head. When it gets to the point that I don't want to stop watching that movie, I start to write. Documenting the movie as it plays out. Some parts of the movie I see often...those are easy to put to paper. Others happen when I least expect them (usually when I'm away from the manuscript file). Those I have to work harder to keep. Playing those scenes over and over in my mind.
And then one day I look down and through the haze of stream-of-consciousness bullshit and there's a story staring back at me.
I can't explain my 'process' much beyond that.
And this piece is no different. It feels like rambling as I'm writing it. But that seems to work for me somehow.
We'll see how it goes. I didn't get too much in to it at lunch because once I get lost in a piece, I have a hard time shifting focus. Best to leave that for tonight after work.
Speaking of work, I need to get back to it.
Have an awesome sauce day!!
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