Pick your sport. Ponder its opening day. The feeling is like that, only now we’re the players. Yes, one and all, it’s less than a week until NaNoWriMo.
Dance of the Giddy Creative
Huff. Puff. Training. Making sure my fingers are ready to play as a team. Don’t want any holdouts. Don’t want any contract issues with management upstairs in the skull. Too, I’m verifying my finger players have the equipment they need.
Yeah, I like to be prepared. Rations. Phone destroyed. Windows boarded up. Braces on the door. I look outside and see police with bull horns. What, I’m supposed to be fooled by that? I’ve got a book to write! Fire trucks and billowing smoke? Obviously CGI. It’s amazing what people will do to sidetrack you.
Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. A little.
What you’re witnessing is my mind transitioning from prep brain to drafting brain (neither is to be confused with editing brain, who’s so picky). It’s difficult to write a serious blog post right now that doesn’t waltz off into the Alice in Wonderland hookah haze.
Okay, I’ll try harder.
Views of a Prepared Obsessive
I become consumed, but this post is proof I also like to keep a sense of humor while reveling in the process. It’s exhausting, but I love it. Making notes in the middle of the night. Attempting to write on damp paper in the shower. Stopping short in the store (on one of my few trips) to enter ideas into my phone.
And to think I’m more prepared this year than I’ve ever been. Maps. Character sketches. A narrative outline. Essays written on pertinent issues. Research. Backstory. Yet, for all that, what makes me excited is how it all comes together to produce more than I envisioned, like characters who reveal an aspect I didn’t foresee.
Of course, if I was writing the story of me writing the story I’d have all those elements in hand, sit at the computer on November 1st, and have no idea what to write (more tension that way). The scream would wake the undead. I’m visualizing an opening image where I’m sprawled amidst the scrapheap that was my computer. Careful, Christina, you’re becoming creative again.
Okay, hopefully it doesn’t come to despair and destruction.
The Plan in the Plan
Already my mind is digesting the information I’ve produced and churning it, shaping it. Scenes are playing in the background like a TV left on when someone’s recording a video. That includes the opening scene:
Forced to travel with the two people she least likes, Ergain is confronted on the trail by desperate highwaymen. And to think the moment represents her homecoming.
Who knows, maybe I’ll scrap the opening before the 1st or in the editing stage. What matters is I have a launching point. No sitting down and saying, “H’m let’s see…” Instead, I sit down having shaped and reshaped and reshaped again the story’s beginning. On opening day I wake up in my running shoes, my fingers screaming to be unleashed.
Fingers unleashed! In the news today, ten fingers went on a dancing rampage in the keyboard district. No fatalities are yet reported, but thousands of words have gone missing. It’s suspected they’re being held at an undisclosed location. More on this story as it continues to unfold over the course of November.
Whoops. And I was so well behaved for awhile…
Outside the opening, I allow my mind to wander through any scenes it’d like, but it’s the opening that’s vital for a successful start. Similarly, I try to stop in places where ideas are already formed. If not, I begin with backing up a short distance and recapturing the spirit of where the story was going when I stopped the night before.
But it all starts with the start, of course. Good luck to everyone!