Another rich and rewarding writing day. I’m riding a wave of enjoyable, productive writing days and creativity. Don’t know what all causes that to happen but when that wave comes up, I catch it and ride it as far and long as I can, hoping that I don’t wipe out.
Have been writing about two hours and have reached that stage where various body parts are protesting their captivity. Still have coffee to drink. Don’t really want to stop writing. This character and I are just so in tune. I’m just following his thinking and senses as the scene unfolds. It’s a direction and path that I never foresaw. It astonishes me anew and again how this fiction writing mechanism works. It’s like an honor to witness the story taking place because I’m the only one who knows it.
As I think and type that, I wonder with some mischief if others also know it. My imagination toys with me, proposing that perhaps I’m the figment of others' imagination, sitting in a coffee shop and typing. Perhaps the characters are thinking of me and my existence as someone to tell their story, rather than me thinking of their story and telling it. What fun mind games reality can be.
I have other things to do with my time and energy today. I’ve been writing like crazy. Best to gulp my mocha’s last cold dregs, enjoy what I’ve achieved, and walk home to the rest of my life.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com