This week has been a week full of ideas. The first MG, was written in my head within an hour. I could see it all Titian bright and Kandinsky coloured.
Then, two more characters stepped out of the lift.
The cupboard and the corner created the life-style and the alternate reality.
Bright ideas but too many. All I could do was make notes while they were still vibrant: I’ve made so many notes I’ve brought on carpal tunnel and worn grooves in to both wrists.
I thought having ideas would be a good thing.
I tried to do some rudimentary ordering – prioritising.
It didn’t work.
I found that whichever idea I was making notes on was the one I wanted to write. I discussed one idea with the Minnow. She waited until I got to the paranormal element of idea four and said, “You could just go with it neat. Real people love too.”
But it would be grimmer in real life. Fantasy and the paranormal suggest that only the extraordinary gets in the way of the rightness of things.
I’m pushed for time right now. The summer seems a long way off but it is getting closer tick by, irritating, tock. Once I get there my quality writing time increases.
I'm saying goodbye to the endless guilt; I am making time to write.
Is there something you gave up on so you could make the time to write?