a little bit of magic

I know as a writer I said I wasn’t going to have one of those blogs that was all about writing, and that remains true. This post is about writing but the blog is about my life and since writing is a huge part of my life now, it is going to come up, often.

Also, I had the most amazing experience this week and I have to share it.

Two weeks ago I finished writing The Fall and told myself I was going to take a week off before starting on my newest idea. My characters had different plans for me. The very next day as I was riding the bus the ideas were flying to me so fast I had to write some of them down as we made our way into town.

Once I got to town and trudged over to Starbucks for my daily Chonga bagel. I had so much material in my head that I had to get it down so I wouldn’t forget it. I wrote the first chapter then and there, then the second at lunch and on the way home.

I was excited about this new book. The idea had been there for over a month impatiently waiting for it’s turn to be told. I wasn’t however, emotionally involved with the characters yet. I still had distance and felt really good about that since The Fall was deeply personal and very emotional for me to write.

I knew all the main characters in this new book well, as I said they had been in my head for well over a month, bordering on two months. The inspiration for this book was coming so fast and I knew the plot, plan, story and ending inside and out. I was cranking out a chapter every two days.

Then, one day as I was riding the bus in trying my hardest to sleep, one of my characters, one I thought I knew well. One that was not supposed to be someone I had any compassion for decided he didn’t want his portrayal to be told by the one that hated him. He didn’t want the world to see him through her eyes. He had a side also and he wanted me to hear it before casting him by her light.

I tried to ignore him, he was messing with my plans. Though I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. The next day knowing he’d softened me up, he went and changed all the rules on me, making me now see one of my original favorites in a new light and she wasn’t so pretty anymore.

This change in perception hasn’t changed the events of the story, only the focus and I think it is a much better story for it. The development of these two characters and the pawns they bring into their lives is truly something I love discovering and I hope that translates to something that readers will love too. If not I am ok with that because it has been an amazing learning experience.

I know those of you who are not writers might be scratching your heads and asking if this Alaskan girl is a bit off her rocker. I know the characters are not real and they really don’t talk to me in the way it sounds, but they do have their own voices and lives and I love finding out, what I thought about them is all wrong.

This is the reason I know that I could never stop writing again. Mine is a life that is pretty normal and not terribly exciting. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happier than most people I think. I don’t by any means have it easy, but I enjoy what I do have. I feel lucky though, because as a writer I get to escape my 7 hour commute, and my angry customers, and my sore feet to spend time living with new friends in their worlds as I help to tell their stories. And that right there is a little bit of magic.