Have you ever had an idea for a story and yet didn’t write it down? The story filled your dreams. Followed you around like a lost dog, begging you to turn around and pat its head, to pay it attention. At the oddest times, you think of that story. Shopping for groceries, it slips into the conscious. Putting clothes in washer and dryer, the story taps at your soul. Write me, please, yet the paper/computer stays blank. There is something else you must—do—see—feel. You close your eyes and turn away, shutting out the small flame of an idea that is looking for receptive tinder….
The story is too much. Too close to home. It grabs the heart and squeezes. It holds a mirror up to the writer’s soul, then reflects like a prism to the world things we may not want anyone to see. What will people say if they read this? What will people think about me if I put this in writing? The story spark lights up places better left hidden for whatever reason. It is simply too much to bare. (I meant that word.)
Let’s face it. As writers, we share our deepest selves to anyone who reads our work. Everything our characters do comes from our mind, heart, and soul. We feel what our characters feel. We give them life and meaning. We determine everything about the people in our stories whether truth or fiction, therefore it reflects something about the writer. What if Shakespeare had never written To be or not to be, that is the question? Or Charles Dickens never said via David Copperfield, I was born. Or Lucas’ famous: In a Galaxy far far away…
I’m writing this, because I caught myself avoiding a story for the past few days, and realized that life is too short to keep things bottled up. I’m going to try to uncork the bottle of hidden ideas and let them come forth like a magical being. I hope to light the pages up with lovely black letters and let ’er rip! It won’t be easy – I do know this, but it is time. If one of my characters wants to do something, I will not hold them back because of my fear. When the spirit strikes, even If I can’t put the whole thing in final form, I’m going to write as much as I can so the spark will not be blown out or fade into oblivion because of lack of care.
Story now completed, I am imagining the possibilities,