This is coming to you after a somewhat late night, and a very early morning. It was a long day yesterday, driving in snow and cold, entering data that was way too boring, then making my way back home.
I settled in to write, and I knew what I wanted to say–
But the body just wasn’t willing.
This week played hell with my schedule. Today will also play a little hell as well, since I find myself having to run all over again. But I have tonight to myself, no pizza or television or idiots wanting to argue things of which they know nothing. Just writing.
Maybe I can finished the chapter.
I left my character together, still in bed, but this time sort of arguing about something that will eventually become the main plot of Keith’s soon-to-be novel. Yes, the muse gave him something to work with; they are mysterious creatures, and to get your ideas you just might have to sleep with someone. I know: it’s a hard thing to do, but sometime you have to make sacrifices for the sake of creativity.
Even though I feel as if I don’t know what to say in my writing, when I’m saying the things that are now being written in Suggestive Amusements, the final product seems right. Sure, I may need to go back ad polish a statement after I write it, only because the first time I lay it down I’m kicking it out of my head and forcing to lay shivering upon the ground, so when I have a moment to look it over and decide if it’s worth while, if it is, then I clean it up and give it a little polish, and maybe even a hug or two, just because I’m that sort of person.
That’s one of the reasons I don’t do huge rewrites when I’ve finished with my first draft. I have the plot and most everything else down, so why start mixing things up? I’m certain things will change one day for some story; I can’t be like this all the time. For now, however, it works great.
I won’t say this is the best thing I’ve written, but it gives me a good feeling. It’s from an idea I had years ago, an idea that I wrote a piece of fetish fiction around, and who know if there will be any more stories centered around this idea. It’s the way ideas are: you never really lose them: rather, they sort of hang around waiting for the time to come forth and allow you to use them for something good, great, even fantastic.
I was even thinking of another idea last night, between trying to write scenes for the current work in progress. That’s me; can’t ever stop thinking about fiction. One of the reasons I was awake so early this morning, when I so wanted to sleep in, was because something came to me about Elektra, one of my main female characters. Something she likes; something that sort of drives her fantasies.
Yeah, I hate getting woke up like that.
At least it might end up in the story.