Today, for me, writing was an act of creation. I love first drafts!
That first moment where all the pieces – the sketchy outline, the dramatic moment, the bit of dialogue rumbling around in your brain – come alive under your fingers. Little black squiggles become tension, action, and thoughts that create a scene, weave a story, and breathe life into a blank page.
It’s an act of creation that frankly is better than M&Ms and full strength Coke. Combined.
At times, I found myself ducking my head or sighing or propping my elbows up on the table, mimicking my characters to get just the right feel to the scene. I spoke out loud like a mad woman, just to hear the cadence of my protagonist’s dialogue. I closed my eyes to more perfectly picture the peak of the action sequence, feeling my heartbeat actually speed up as I slow-motioned through the scene in my mind.
There’s a reason writers say they are addicted to the craft.
Tomorrow (or next week) I’ll find all the flaws – the typo’s, the hideous grammar, the horrific run on sentences. But today, I revel in the act of bringing story to life.
Writerly friends: what do you do to breathe life into your writing?