Split
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I am stealing hours from myself these days—rising at three, desperate to get some writing in before the workday begins. The moon shifts overhead. The headlights of a lone car swoosh by. There's a single lit lamp above my neighbor's stoop, but darkness otherwise.
I woke with a scene in my head. I struggle to put the ghost of it down. I know that if I don't record this present mood, this conjured moment, this possible arc and bridge, these things will, this time tomorrow, be gone or tampered with, replaced by another mood, another apparent urgency.
I am reminded of the serendipity of this business. A bus rolls by, a loose cat cries, and something in the story shifts. There are no mandates.
2 comments:
Sometimes I feel that the whim of my iPod dictates the mood of a whole scene (which is why I turn it off sometimes when I'm really determined to know my writing path). Some days though, it's a great plotter for me.
SO glad to know I'm not the only one who struggles with this!
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