Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The blank page stares back at me. I only have a glimpse of the MC, a faint idea of plot and the empty page waiting to be filled is overwhelming. But I start, my fingers hesitant on the keys, slow, unsure as I try to find my way into the story. As I slip into the characters my fingers go faster, each word inspires three more. I think of things that need to happen to get them where they are, or to get them out of where they are. My mind wants to write these scenes at once. It would be easy to get distracted but I keep on the path I started and before I know it the scene is done, hours have passed, and the real world is clamoring for attention, but, I smile. I know I have a story here.