The past few days I’ve been able to write a consistent amount each day, usually for a couple of hours. The venue has been changing, earlier in the week at a temple on the open terrace, more recently in one park or another, on top of a hill. It’s something that I want to keep up while I have momentum.
At first I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about but I had a few things in mind. I wrote them all down in a rough list on the page. In the end I’m not sure why I picked the one I picked but it probably didn’t really matter. The main thing was just to start writing.
I only had a little idea of what I wanted to write about with the two characters but once I’d started writing about them it started to flow. Even when I came to a bit of a roadblock, not knowing where they should go next, something I’d written would guide me to where the story would go. It’s almost as if the story was writing itself, as cliché as that is.
And as I wrote it seemed that ideas would bubble to the surface, connections to other ideas I had floating around in my head. It seemed that my subconscious had been busy plotting while I wasn’t looking. Things that had been bouncing around my head for quite some time were finding their places and I am finally getting them down in prose.
Just a happy little discovery on the journey to become a writer.