Well, nothing like doing anything BUT writing!
This is the home of my current WIP — THE ANGEL PROJECT — a contemporary fantasy.
Late 2008 while reading THE GARGOYLE by Andrew Davidson, I had some very intense imagery flashes. (Don’t worry, I’m a fantasy author, we do that often and has almost nothing to do with the ’60s. The problem isn’t how NOT to have the flashes, but rather, how to keep track of them all and not get distracted from my current WIP. I scribbled my thoughts and then returned to reading (of course, it was 3am, Mr. Muse always attacks at the wee hours, like wee fey, he just can’t be ignored).
Slowly, the story coalesced in the dark, cobwebby recesses of my mind. I experimented with beginnings, sketched out potential story lines, read the first chapter at my weekly writers’ workshop, they liked it, so I continued.
I can’t make a story work. I’ve learned that the hard way. Creating a good story for a novel length project is like putting together a puzzle from the backside, the side of the puzzle pieces that have no image. I fit the pieces together and as I get them together correctly, the image forms, suggesting more images, plots and subplots, characterizations, and so on. (Can you say pantser?
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Story kernels are like first fertilized eggs. All the conditions have to be just right – climate, receptive mental state, good pen, and paper handy (or you’ll lose it all. If you ever think you’ll remember it, you won’t!). Once they take, still the gender and details are unknown, but it’s all ripe with potential. This is the exciting part. This is the part that I love.
Then comes the frustrating part. I love the story. I’m dedicated to the story. I’m addicted to the story. And in my eagerness, I want to force the story, pushing to birth the plot and characters when it’s not the time to push at all, even though the labor pains are building, along with frustration and story angst.
I’ve learned to wait. To let my subconcious do the work. Amazing how that happens. It’s like magic. And, it’s rather comforting to know I’m not alone. My conciousness isn’t the only thing on the job.
So I relax.
And it comes.
The story reveals itself to me. This website is part of that revelation. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am enjoying the research, the development, the creativity, and even maintaining this website.
“The Sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose…. when the sons of God came to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown.” – Genesis 6:1-4