I’ve no doubt mentioned writing a few times on this blog but I feel like talking about it again, ok? I love to write, I always have in a way. I wasn’t one of those kids who sat in her room during her youth writing stories; I’m more of a dreamer. I just lived out imaginary plots in my head until I realised (about 5-6 years ago) that writing out these dreams was actually a job you could make a career of. Being ‘A Writer’ was always something I wanted to be, despite not really writing. It’s only when you get older and you want to step away from the life you’ve been told you should have that you realise these things!
Writing is just a lot of fun for me; there’s no great trick to it. I’m not a planner of any kind and maybe that will be my downfall when I come to try to get published and jump on the writing train full time, but I just don’t like to go in with a full blow-by-blow when I’m writing. I have been blessed with the ability to let a story naturally unfold and that’s purely because when I write the story I’ve come up with has probably been living inside my head for a while already.
That being said a few years ago I wrote a story and got 70% through it and realised I wasn’t getting anywhere. It was a story I wanted to write but the natural progression of it was stale. I loved the characters and got stuck in the lingering moments rather than finding the action. Happily, last week, I had an epiphany whilst watching a film that blew the story wide open for me; the inspiration for the conflict finally hit me… years later. The action I couldn’t find in the small town setting I’d come up with was suddenly just THERE. It was such a eureka moment I really look forward to editing the damn thing (which, for me, is pretty great because I HATE edits!).
Similarly I had a story knocking around in my head for a few years, way back when, but I never wrote it. There was always something similar out there in the world and I couldn’t find the niche. I couldn’t see what made my story any better. Again; just this week I had the eureka moment! My brain, curiously working out kinks in plots without me even realising, handed me the key element that makes the story so much more interesting I can’t wait to write it.
I think my process of relying on ‘fate’ (if you want to call it that) is odd to others. I don’t write the plot down before I start, I just GO. I have the first scene in my head and I follow it through to the end. Sometimes it doesn’t work but sometimes I’m left amazed by the way my brain has managed to connect little things that make the bigger things even better.
I’m approaching the end of the edits of my very first novel and so I just wanted to write this little post so that I could reassure myself I AM CAPABLE. (But please can we just NOT have to edit things?!)