Ever get on one of those mad writing streaks, where sleep and time and food don't really matter? Those are the best.
I've been on a few where I forget such elixirs of life as fresh coffee and Southern sweet tea exist, but those are the real benders, when it's all I can do to take dictation from the ideas flooding my mind.
The current craziness is a calmer kind, when the story is a puzzle, and though I know what the final picture must be, I spend hours examining the pieces, turning them, shuffling them, fitting them together.
After work Tuesday night, and after a few trivial chores and a call from a friend, I started on the writing. Lots of tea, lots of coffee, and many deleted words later, I realized the sky was looking light.
Even when the digital clock beside the bed ticked over to 6:00 a.m., I still wasn't asleep, but the ideas that came then were for a different story than the one I'd been working on. Great ideas, too.
Figure I'll ride this streak till it dies. It always does, but it's awesome while it lasts.
3 comments:
Haven't had too many of those streaks, but they must be cool. What bugs me is when I'm at work and a great idea pops into my head and I can't sit down and write it. Should keep that notepad handier I guess. Enjoy the ride.
Keanan, I LOVE those times. They are so rare, and if you're in the middle of one right now - keep going. Ride it, ride it and then get some sleep! : ) Happy Easter!
Eagle - I usually have some sort of paper and pen handy; Friday night, I realized I'd left the latest story notes on my desk at work. Drat! But I think I can recall enough of them that I can make progress this weekend.
Alex - They ARE awesome! And I'm starting to feel that lack of sle-- Zzzzzzzzz. Pardon. I nodded off.
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