Little vignettes came to me. Perfect little phrases. Character descriptions. A style for each chapter. Caught up in the business of life, I itched to write them down. Unable to grab a pen, paper, napkin, anything, I fought to keep them fresh in my mind, repeating certain parts so I wouldn’t suddenly lose them.
When I finally had a moment, scenes poured from me, without order or an end in sight. I just wrote and let the words flow without worry. It felt good, write, to lie on my bed, pen in hand, and just put down whatever came to mind. When my daughter came into my room asking, “What are you doing, Mom?” I loved telling her, “Writing a story.” She left the room to collect paper and a pencil and joined me to write her own story and my heart soared.
I’ve longed to write fiction for awhile now, but it just hasn’t come. Who knows if this will turn into something, but for now it feels good. Ideas come to me each day and I have notebooks handy to jot them down. A more coherent story is forming itself. I’m excited to see where the characters are headed. The idea of taking the bits I’m writing here and there and piecing them together intrigues me.
Perhaps the past three years of pushing myself to try and write something daily is inspiring me to move beyond the boundaries of blogging and newspaper writing. Wherever this takes me, it just feels good to write.
Good luck to you. I always dreamed of being a writer as a child and would write small silly stories. I wish I had some of them to read now that I am older.
I can’t wait to see the final product. Savor the experience.